slumbering in the fires

and all this, i did while you slept i sheared the mountains i ignited the oceans i filled your soul with sorrow i did this i did ...

let the sky fall down into the inimical and jaundiced ocean let the mountains burn and the fevered world gasp

in the miscellany of these days, i can feel it come swelling, gripping my skull tightly. constricting my breast. choking m...

i've spilled it on myself again, this darkening trouble, this deepening sorrow, harboring this lament into and through the swee...

in this twilight it seeps into my marrow. i can feel its darkness set into my skeleton, it reconfigures the bone, my structure. as t...

now the shadows speak softly the night slithers away. and it is usually in these predawn hours that i long for the eternity of ...

how we loved the yearning of the views unbroken

...and from the earth lightning cracked into the ruinations of the extinct sky

the gift of the six golden kings grows into our empty dawn

floating through the black mists of our feigned sanctity

the pining rain and the hot tar roofs

the embers of hope slain by our enterprise glow dimly in the choking night

now we build towers for our wilting hearts

a melancholy descent

through the days of the golden light we spoke of salvations

sturdy oaks groan whispers of hope

those places of your slumber crackling with fire

when the skies are thick, and oily, and black we shall gather sunlight through the windows of our dreams

drowning in the rains all the ghosts achromatize into the mountains of my memory

lumps in my throat grow when the stars revolve around my heart