a wake
sprung light from death
and streamed the heat to my face.
A column, and a call
“leave your mask in bed!”
And it’s light
(though it won’t seem like it.)
Here:
below our crests; over our troughs —
I’m climbing a wire: an altar!
All is white and I am The Starkest Black
Now prostrating and revering myself.
He speaks: “tame a wild animal”.
I am.
Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 10:29 AM UTC
a wake
sprung light from death
and streamed the heat to my face.
A column, and a call
“leave your mask in bed!”
And it’s light
(though it won’t seem like it.)
Here:
below our crests; over our troughs —
I’m climbing a wire: an altar!
All is white and I am The Starkest Black
Now prostrating and revering myself.
He speaks: “tame a wild animal”.
I am.
