Emptying memory:
The sun does not block out
The stars,
The soul did not absorb them
The water vanishes the fire,
Petrified light,
Executed dust of old flesh
In a tomb of earthly thoughts;
The Sol centrally corners the eye,
Blinded by the word
In a litany of days,
Crushed hopes fall on nocturnal
Flesh,
Old as Cain and Abel
As smooth as assassin pagans,
Kissing the eclipses
In a fit of rage on a wounded bird,
Theatre of peoples
In a cosmic garden
Impaling moons
And guillotining the planets,
Eating fire on burning lips,
A thirst for living water
And a wisp of gentle air,
A swarm of deities with
Overgrown origins in a circus
Of faithful,
The sanctum was exploded
With idealistic dogs licking
Their own vomit,
The amphitheater of man
Stained with repetitive slow thoughts,
Drunk with light
Hidden in shadows.