Inside the
immolation
of my flaming mind
almost roasting
in its own juices,
thoughts trickling down
into physical matter
and into the
lush cusp of words,
words that twist and turn
and curl around my tongue
as they wind their way
into realms divine
and sacredly profane,
entwining the alchemy
of lost magic
with the fabric of stars--
Yes,
in this trance of absolute divinity
I stand within
my own sacred love temple
ready to take in
whatever comes
in highest form
ready to unfurl and release it
into the breathing spaces
tightly packed between
the tapestry of this existence
so closely interwoven
within the stellar,
cellular matter
of our beings
of earth
of constellation
of fire
of sea
Here,   I need to not only
cast my thoughts
into the vastness of air
not only paint the night sky
with sounds that emerge,
so guttural, from my
deepest knotted chords
but actually consummate
this force within
consume it and be consumed
bring it to light
with my own
sacrosanct
manifestation…
blast it forth
in shoals of white
conjure it from
the source, pristine
    fight the fight
for truth, for love
           and all that's
in
      between

When the blood turns to pain
When the words disappear
When the day can't be long
And the night must be dark

When the moon turns to wane
And the world turns its back
When the stars start to die
And the stairs lead to hell

When the root turns to stone
When the bone turns to dust
When the fire that burns
Leaves everything ash

When the sky turns to grey
When the shine turns to rain
When the sun turns to darkness
And all life is death

When the root turns to stone
When the root turns to stone

I will still be alive
With love in my heart for you