Dust to dust,
the wheel does stop, oh
the wheel does stop!
—eyes rattling the sky.
Trotting along the outlines,
a duel of stirring clouds,
falsifying sheaves of nostalgia,
rebuking its dreary demeanor.
A comedy of the flesh
procured us to falter.
Dust to dust,
growling in between frolics,
inflicting a strange quiver,
death, ruthless as any lover!.
Love me when I awake,
I pledge to duplicate,
sprawling about unclothed,
ceasing our funereal prose.
A ceremony of the flesh,
procured us to transfigure.
Dust to dust,
the wheel does stop, oh
the wheel does stop!,
—your eyes rattling my sky.
Irritating the stars,
incinerating Sirius,
remorseless to its demise,
heart’s hitherto delirious.
Setting the flesh aflame,
procured an eternal inferno.
Dust to dust,
lying under your eyes,
heed to my hearts desire,
love me when you awake, my fire. . .