Waters of Infinite Reflection

You’ll float on a river of corpses
But before that as it’s all impacting in
The sculptor of decay and sin
From honey to blood to honey again
Far too many bathed in blood
Let by hands that aren't your own
Who could tell in the greater flood?
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The radio
And I can only hope
Somebody will tell me how grotesque I truly am
So I may worry adequately
So I may change
To feel an ephemeral good
The irrationality of your empirical reality
To feel an ephemeral good
And hope it crystallises beyond a could
Lay your head on the disco ball
And dance for no reason at all
Breathe the hymn of your flesh
Somebody else can hold the suspense
Are you better in or out?
Which is you without
The eyes
Did you forget something at the door or did you finally forget yourself
Outside the books and DVDs set upon your shelf
Will you let me know when you want to go home?
Speak the words you always meant
In a day, you'll ask where the meaning went
This seems to be fracturing
Before you're ash
Go home and be well
Our stars are light through glass and leaves
The observatory's iced under Manhattan freeze
The rest are there but can't be seen
Weathered hands of grit and rain
Of fire and light and sound and pain
Whose blood runs through your veins
When you rise and rise and rise again
The roads you used to walk, now you only run
When you revisit
Tone displaced by a millenia
Could you ever cry the same
The angels of stone lay their blessing on the pavement
But that don't mean they know where the day went
The stone-flesh angels can bless the pavement
When you walk by it don't count as holy sacrament
How many favours have you known?
Does anything grow from the seed that you sow?
Post Raphaelite posture
Strings that hang from the ceiling and cross the air
Rendered metal carcass
Thumb lock gridlock
Dark star rings on new skin
I saw you hanging there
Locked in despair
From the moment I lost you
And all I could think was
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But I ain't felt it before or since
Not angrily or bitterly or even beautifully
But maybe kindly
As best as you can apporximate
Does water come little God?
Will you let it flow?
Can you let it flow?
Do you hold back the stream?
For fear of the enveloping wave that
Will warm your heart
Stuck iced in your head
Stuck as a frozen sea in your head
You in the centre of magic
Shimmering in the light
Herons dance
Braids
What is cultivated in the spring
Out and in
A shrine in the back of a corner shop
Gigantic silvery angels blazing out of the darkness
Throne of solid gold
Rising forever like the sea under the horizon
After the storm but before the next
Is it any coincicdence the sunset looks like the end of a world
Fire across the Earth
No parts of yourself are tangetial
And yet, life goes on.
Is that reassuring?
The most terrifying feeling to be in a world of your own making
To be stuck in your dream
The relief of seeing it be a reflection of
Your own heart from the ripples of an ancient
This night in black and white
Blue bleeding edge tea light
Of what they may have seen of strangers in the night
Of what wasn't felt of lover's delight
Which one of us sees something that isn't there?
Burn so bright to turn the sun jealous
Spin so fast so quickly an explosion is all that's left
A tepid flame quiet but for a spark of each age
Be honest of how shit that is
Hear the room, close to your chest
Improvisations over total exstacy
Tiled wall in wet heat
A moment of recognition at the end of parallel stories
Sweet melodies punctuated by fuzz
The powers of spirits watching
The Earth
Wind and rain
Oblivious to man
But may not dissolve themselves from the natural palace
My love for you is so deep it feels almot entirely cerebral
Mass of black, collapse of light, blood on its snout
Of blood, of blood, of blood
Storm clouds over angel skies
Say it again in a different way
Crashing light recurring in new hair-angles
Go for broke, burn out like a shining star
And maybe you will scar the Earth
The one of stories and songs
And I will travel to the ends of the Earth
Because I know they are not there
Walk among the ashen ones
What you end up with is the faded memory of
Or the blinding passion of
a sadness you hoped some part of you was actually capable of feeling
A rose by any other name
And you smell divine
Fold over but be uncreased
Cloy and claw if
You must
That euphoric state of coalescence
Why are you drinking coke over the sink?
The sum of no parts except
The bleeding edge of a watercolour
Corridors
The horizon in a sin wave
Embaressed payer
From a non-believer
Fingers Splayed
A knife
An open shoulder
You know the colours that pierce my eyes
The contents of a bin
Just fucking break it
Nobody is ahead of their time
They are ahead of the rot
Rip the foundation
The parted heavens of sacrificial rain
Quiet strands that twist and float like loose cobwebs
The line between sky and sea
And hear their laugh like
A gospel
A guided instruction manual for the apocalypse
Starved of easy answers you'd never believe anyway
Maybe the darkness doesn't end until you turn around where you know there is light.
When we know fate is such a funny thing
When we're alone all of us can slip in the bath
You will cross a river, the same as I
But I'll have a little help
To be a woman who can get up and put the dishes away
The hymns for the sacred earth
Real magnetic tapes of Gaelic choirs
So much religion constructed around understanding death
Nobody cries less
When the sky turned black but the sun never set
Run along the roof
Ground down to fine sand
A semi-detatched but there's room for a patio
Hills falling over hills
Illegal wood cutting for winter during wartime
Gardener's world rolls right into Antiques Roadshow
All through the long night
The dogs bark but the train keeps moving
The desert retreats but the desert had retreated from
The slot machine
Your halo wears another
Orange mango light
That is to
Ten if you were couting
What is better and what matters
But you won't spoil the ending
Your time for remembrance is over now
But we know what an errant owl may do
You only see waves up close
At the horizon the water is solid as a rock
The horrible feeling that it will be alright for you
Bramble in the tracks
Cultivate apathy
Familiarity breeding contempt
Linger here on these buds in spring
With music swelled come here to bring
The romance, the light, the warmth, the fear
On soil watered with tears and cruelty
Dissolved over eye over eye over eye
Weeding as you can in the interminable green
Shimmer and pierce
Enter the palace of perpetual night
You only see yourself through the eye of a needle
You don't hold rank
In my court
Once a lace queen wandered this land
She was shot like buffalo from a moving train
A little god that fired the trees
Her shallow breath crackled under shallow ribcage
Blood pumping after each lethargic beat
Red congealing in the sand
I asked what that meant you know
It just meant she died
The Earth will crack even if you stand still
Rolling apocalypses
Light of stars in lovers path
Speckled points in shadow black
And when the end comes, over and over, nobody is spared of sorrow
Wearing cute litte clothes like people
Cover your wants in honey and light
But they all look like you and sound like you and feel like you
A land of new death, at least it is not yours
Lift silver blade, never caught in your twisted lace
Sterile distorted time
All paths are known
Rusted guns, artillery at the breach, jamming as much as firing
Paving stones turn to lakes of light in the evening rain
To the unfaithful priestess of the desert
Gossamer king
Rabbits in the carrot patch
Cradle the sun in your nest
The heart of when and knotted kin
Nights with no illusion of sleep
Every death, a little death
A choir in a single voice
Summer Yoke from cracked Sky
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