september 2020

 

 

                              (i)

 

...there are the outer fires and the inner fires

moments of clairvoyant rage

 

in which the gods of nothingness

feed their endless hunger through my soul

 

their thirst down into my endless bones

and this ash that rises

 

these words that blister the skin

they are, I suppose, a sort of emancipation

 

an emptiness, an omertà

that nails tongues to the ground

 

to this endless, infernal hunger

which has tried and tried

 

to eat its way through to the truth

to that clairvoyant mask

 

lurking in the earth’s greasy shadow

its flames merging

 

its ash spinning

simply because I am endless

 

because I am someone

who has already been burning

 

for millions of  years...

 

 

 

                      (ii)

 

...what is this exotic mastery

which always seems to need its x’s and its y’s

 

its unconscionable light-years

its spirals branded onto our cheeks

 

is it simply a mystic migraine

bending space

 

filling every corner of every breathable world

with outright dominance

 

or is it something else

an inaccessible mastery

 

a rogue universe perhaps

its x’s eating all sentient life

 

its y’s tracing out these spirals

these exotic vows 

 

that promise when a stream of light

is again made solid

 

and the breathless, insane immensity of all things

transmutes back

 

into a gleam of fire

back into this cosmic migraine

 

then will our pain finally master the truth...

 

 

 

 

                             (iii)

 

 

...every day I hang off the face of a mountain

waiting for wings

 

waiting for my bones to grow hollow

it is these winds, these howling noises

 

they carry a dangerous meaning

they sob and greet directly into my blood

 

this strange, ominous love

whispering ‘you have merely trespassed

 

your way all through life

flight is now the only freedom you have left’

 

far below I see the rivers glisten

like ribbons of unearthly silver

 

the frayed ends of fate

and in the blinding distance the oceans

 

strewn with discarded souls and gods

 eating the air

 

suddenly the mountains stand

and lift my wings

 

the helpless moment has come

my raven claws release their grip

 

and I rise and rise

an unwanted trespasser no more...