Ropes of seething memory

that tighten over ebbing cities

lax lines of light

dripping dark ecstatic praise.

Ruins of distorted tales

licked into twitching shape

by the passing of angelic rage.

I crouched in blasted rooms

stitching ink into floating bubbles

deep within the windows

holding clouds from some high abyss,

painted rust of unkept daydreams

crackling in long curved halls.

In the oven was a luminous egg

sending fractals into meditative space,

vibrant with the needle seed

threading space like gravy,

porous as the seething sun.

I took a phantom train

and attached our windows

walked the treadmill concrete

watching lights digress

water glints like mercury

among the night grasses

reflecting signs of ages fallen

easels of the wavering and damned

drone bees who lock in on dreams

and color dying high beams

festivals of bone vibrating

symphonies of sizzled milk on coal

Your visions of humanity

are all bereft of blood

and null and void of taste

to poison horns of light

with masks of gray

and pull the plunging ink tongue

from the frothing brink

where sinking ships

are filled with laughter

and pearls return the grain

that gave them form.

How I long for a revival of the heart,

to see the dawn drip with ancient promise.

A plank paved by galactic violence

leading endlessly to altered space.

Sanctuary of salacious mercy,

take me into your neon crunch.

Teach me to shed my seed

on this wavering canvas,

move me into a resounding spark.

How deep in the true

bubbling heart of dark

rich water you go,

bouncing back from every abyss

to dance in a gilded frame,

bronze fingers clinging

to pearl plugs

you emit thin strands of purple anima,

egglike stones attend

your firmly calloused feet,

you stand on my soul

as the evaporating savior,

a mirage love made

from stone to stand alone.

Cutlets of angelic bodies

ladders from the clouds

that look like frozen cream

and act like fractured letters.

Docks where collapsible castles

are unloaded in the secret night.

Towns laid out beneath a ledge of rock

shells crawling underwater.

The quill of light

found trembling in the meat

of these entities fallen

cousin of the knives

scattered at the kingdom's gate

assigned to furnace earth

injecting brainlike fluid

for the spiritual machinery of caves.