Littering the perfumes of her ethanol dress upon memories
The concrete elongations melted upon my genuflecting knees,
Niobe’s sulphur scarred the green grins of the fleshy aquarium —
Dancing as smoke in the crowds thoughts, sorrow’s anchors of the cranium
Weighed the gold vessels, all sphere’s lenses, upon the scales of gravity;
Dusk grew obese, clouds sloughed, and I thought of Evil’s actuality.
Bottoms rough mane, hardening by the Moon’s loss, shrunk into shades of pale
And the dream like state which the soul harbours turned familiar and stale;
Baldachins, glossed in stubble\'s of dust and sweat, thawed behind tapestries,
The Chandelier’s hearth loosened as children swung on green-vined arteries
Dangling from it’s nerves, knowing of a pain because it doesn’t exist —
As Darkness welcomed her infant heart, I evaporated to mist
And a Sea of Spirit’s littered the shore of all mankind’s memories,
Convulsing and weaving skulls to the wooden Sky, twitching under knees…