Here under the cold nocturn
Moon
I plunder my wealth of time in gloom and ponder
Here alone among us all
Among the money
The happy few
The beautiful
Gods own wealthy.
I am outcast
Among the holy, damned
Among the damned, holy
God forsaken, descending to
Black sun oblivion
Of the rejected
Amongst the enormity
Of human pain
I am speechless
Witness to the horror the Requiem Mass of all
Living things
This birth death cult universe
This burning matter
The sheer consumption
Of it
The mundane daily murder in it
The sheer plod of slaughter
And yet
And yet
And yet
Among the blackened
ash
A drop of love, a secret vermillion gash
Open mouthed kiss
A soft gravity of empathy
The weakest force yet ever lasting
Pulls me slowly into eternal
immersive embrace
Discursively alive.
Articulately ascending
