untitled 15

To yearn for seed

Rulers of blood in marigolds

Whether potted or sown

A reminder that once something existed in this place

While the degraded mysticism of stone

Grows impatient with the cosmos

And God is emptied of matter

The substance in symbol

A battle held in Earth’s immense alter

Provoking permissibility and unorganized for bias

The Kingdom come with us

Still covered in scales

That stick in the gallows remains the same crux of sacrifice

But what is saved - by what and for whom

When nothing is hidden

I’ll continue to carry your kiss

The golden deer trampled dust of lilacs

Settling amongst the people of flowers

Petals wilted at their reception

This ego won’t be granted the audience of schism and heresies

Grievances now only to be shared with ghosts

A crocus bed, abstracted pools of lovers

Use the same materials

To construct palaces, build tombs

Lessons of defeat in your baby teeth

As formal morality devours

Virtue is not attuned through innocence

This shining city of light can only be built atop ruins

When the boiling, blazing light be calmed

She’ll gather herself of the grasses onto the moon

Will the revolution spare their hearts

Or conquer their feet