in my jar, crooked cold
pressing gray, these bones I fold
while the rain beats dead, a wandering sun
trapped in glass, I hear no one
a passing eye, on occasion may
break the dark, then drift away
some raise my glass, inspect my frame
insect inside, open disdain
a violent shake, the jar disorder
lines in black, define our border
appendage flick, exo-twitch
mortuary, bodies switch
human light, dissolve inside
primordial, formaldehyde
peering out, mosaic eye
a hundred faces, pass me by
strangely calm, I float in fire
wings alight, in razor wire
breathless crowd, violent entwine
close around, my morbid shrine:
‘see his face! so full of death!’
‘my god! the rage! in every breath!’
upon a flame, of crimson doom
they cast my jar and break the gloom
translucent crack, bathe in hate
around my skull, encapsulate
fade to gray, fury flow
perpetuate the vertigo
silence snap, the raucous din
pulls me from, without, within
through incandescent vaults of sky
I find a place within the eye
where time is split in earth and water
twisting light amid the slaughter
sweep me high into the glade
quantum opus cavalcade
ochre lion, desert bliss
bring me metamorphosis
desire to transform into the silence