stars call loudly;
burning fire, burning rock,
no silence, no silver,
but fire, fire, fire in the dark.
look from afar at your fiction;
big dipper, little dipper,
dead in skies of ice and black,
dead in times of no-more light
by the time that silver reaches here.

you see me bathed with stars,
drinking moonlight on your window ledge,
laughing, dreaming, crying for the cosmos.
never trust me when I tell you of love,
believe the earth; take comfort in the ground.

nothing gained; a life of small and broken circles,
tiny bumps formed on my own ground,
tiny bumps of drying nectar in silver, shining dimly;
shining dimly; life is not life when life is dying silver.

bloodier than rose-tulips,
a longer red than wine on sundays,
deep,deep,deep;
fire, fire, burning souls,
heartbeats harder than death,
indentations of fingernails on wind-chilled hands,
madness, heat, moonbathed hysteria,
cooled by rain,
cooled by lighter flames,
red, crimson, rose,
blood red, love red, death red,
we are red like the fires of below.

filleted dreams, drip drip dripping into endless streams,
a falcon, a fisherman, a lonely seaboat with a blue stripe on white,
never ceasing, never dying, constant revelation, constant redemption,
dark nights, the tap tap tapping of raindrops on ceilings,
one leg cold and one leg warm, always reaching, never grasping,
a wine-drunken beam, a pill of golden light,
a breath, a whimper of sleep,
a drumming, a drumming, a drumming
of ever-closer watchmen on the rooftops of tenement houses,
weeping and watching and oh so silently
sewing closed their mouths with threads.

something in the darkness, something in the watchmen,
something in the drips of the tap and of the rain
and of the filleted dreams of endless streams,
cry technicolor, cry chromatic,
weep visions of paradise like water from Eden,
no, yes, my cautious child,
darling mother, sleeping father,
drunk drunk drunk on stolen nectar,  
rot, rot, rot into the sour deep,
buried under rubble,
smothered, squeezed, dissected,
infinite life, finite spirit,
cry, cry, cry,
cry stolen and pale into the screams of your indigo dreams.

technicolour, prismatic, spectrumic prayers;
sing holy, cry holy, sleep holy,
shout shattered and screaming and forcing souls,
cry lucifer,
cry morningstar,
cry light-bringer,
cry god-forged son,
cry fallen steel,
cry darkness and revelations and the end of all things.
scream for the lost,
scream for the lamb,
scream for the only forsaken lamb;
darling child, darling warrior, darling evil.

swim deep, cut deep,
high, fading, lost;
flying children, falling children;
do not seek it,
do not find it,
find not the beautiful pain of transience,
fall not on the amber allure of numbness,
no fruitful wines will sooth you now.
cry, scream, sing,
dance atop the tour eiffel
in this hazy noon of sea-skied dawns.

how far have you gone, o star of the morning?
shine, gleam, glow honey-dewed and golden,
drip praise from the eaves of holy vaults,
sing holy holy holy,
sing heavenly father;
redeem me, o sky-lord,
o gatekeeper of the earth,
o glorious master of the sun and seas,
weave trances of hysterical laudations,
spin ethereal galaxies from silken souls,
drink, drink, drink,
drink nectar of silver servitude,
die, fall, scream,
land gracefully into redemption,
sleep lonely, wander lonely,
lonely, lonely, lonely in the land of plenty.