(A Sequel to The Corpses Have Hearts to Speak)

Long have I waited
To be resurrected
Cleansed, to be
Undamned

My eyes are sore
With dust desires
To see the colors I have seen
For I know that I can
Never step upright back

To the world
Of clinching steps
Where my windshields weeping
Is regarded as the omens of romance

See my heart,
It is clouded by skull silk
It is caged by casket
It is as the way it was not

My remains and my days passed
Might never gain back
The state and pieces I was in
Full of pride—
Empty of soaring sympathy

And gratefulness, I threw away is
Now just a simple decay dance
Now just a simple foul fool
Now just skinfingers mingling upon lovebones

The dangled toes and soundless threads
Could only boast ethereal sweats on top
Of our dead lungs
Revived by revolting revolver of tears that passed

Do you not feel sorry,
For our dull presence?
Living without our warmth,
As we live without a light,
Except those of the angels?

And up above from Heaven’s throne
A gospel rule was set for our liberty
And we are allowed to break free
Not long after

Only when the days break on the fifth
Only before the stars shade on the darkness
Of the sixth
I shall exist
As bound white shadows before your dull chamber