into the deep unbend
rabid with a churning of blasphemous sacrifice,
you turn into crystal snow -
a tapestry of bitter gages,
white from ashes of limbic gaunt,
feathering heights of an unfathomable rebound,
whence tremors sought refuge from a tyranny of sleaves,
piercing a gut unquarried by fortune's wind.
you turn into crystal snow -
a tapestry of bitter gages,
white from ashes of limbic gaunt,
feathering heights of an unfathomable rebound,
whence tremors sought refuge from a tyranny of sleaves,
piercing a gut unquarried by fortune's wind.
corrosively untapped,
my rage bruises its flowers
into the snug side of underneath,
where history shamelessly flaunts new branches of unborn grief.
my rage bruises its flowers
into the snug side of underneath,
where history shamelessly flaunts new branches of unborn grief.
I give time its glistening demise
and hope for heartsease.
and hope for heartsease.