My throat narrows
Vision tunnels
At the sight of you

I am flightless
Beneath the sky
At the mercy
Of a breaking dawn

Have I always been
Shallow waters
Against your ocean trenches
We will go out
With the tide

The smooth rocks
Upon the shore
Will murmur
Of our devotion

Until they too are sand

I feel deep again

The thinner air
At the bottom
Of the gulley

I do not remember
The taste of fresh air
Nor will it return to me

So few hands
Hold the affairs of the world
So many hearts
Vast with the spell of uncertainty
The boats are rocking
In murky water

I heal in the puddle of your affection
Clear water dripping from your lips
Pooling with my oil spill tears
Lost on the plight of my affliction
Another cart hitched to the horse of depravity
Bring out your dead
There is no room for mourning here
Plant your new flowers
In dark rich soil
The spirits in the earth
Watch over the roots of your labor

You’re much like the rain,
You can be soft or heavy,
Or kind to my drought.

all we need
is some sparks
and devotion
in our eyes,
and a little
bit of love
floating in a
pool of trust.

Poets bleed black, red heart on grey paper
Trying to fit jagged edges together
Sandpaper hands run over tectonic fractures
Overlaying continents with soiled fingers
Causing ripples in time
That will take up eons to still
The angel of death is among us
Spreading like plague
Azrael will guide you to the gates
There you must journey alone
It is not the hand of God, nor is it his fight
Herald the dawn
That the light of life may come to you
Here angels pour out their vials upon the seas Turning tears of earth, to blood of soil
Trumpets have not yet sounded
They will ring like a great shriek of birds
Calling up famine, and pestilence of man
Your skin will rise on the back of your neck Running sweat rivers down your spine
Worming its way into the clench of your jaw
Seraphim crowd the throne, Cherubim at the stairs
Are you afraid, fear not, I am always with you
Here in the valley, flowing with milk and honey
Your seal is upon me
Protection seared into my flesh
My forehead burns
No affliction may fall upon me, at what cost
Man's coin, man's folly
A shadow on the earth
Through the corner of my right eye
I see the reaper clothed in black
His scythe reflecting moonlight
The hourglass hung by his belt holds no sand
Here are the souls
Passing through, time is liquid
Dripping through us back into soil
Tangible gravity, are you afraid
Before the throne, drawn to your knees
You will rise, no lesser, no greater, only mute
Walk among the living, but without their voice
The scroll will open like the wings of an eagle
Heaven's choir filled with the sound of angels
Do not be afraid, lift your hands
Your palms bind themselves with the book of ages
Commandments set in the stone of your palms
Dried under the light of a dying sun
Written rivers up your wrists
Your eye in your forehead is open
Spirit shining through, this is light in the dark
The way of priests
Speak not and you will know
I am the raw work of your words
Newborn beneath heavens and angels
Hold no fear, in the matter between your ears
I am with you always even to the ends of the earth