her gaunt body rising
from the sea of my abyss
colossus of marble
my hands around her neck
my arms shield, hide her
warm porcelain
cold stone

everything that i wanted
the one thing i could not have
wished to die a thousand times
until at last
i manage to reach for her
and the sun goes black

my soul pulled upwards
thrown down the well of souls
a bucket lowered
god drinks from the stars
i envy her lips
for they could have me
but i not her

the beloved is all,
the lover merely veils her

rise from the bed
go to the room of darkness
middle of the night
bend over
to drink from the tapped souls
open your eyes
ask yourself if you are blind
look in the mirror at your shadow
and return to the warmth
where you whisper
die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die...

***

the soul unfinished
is birthed into time`s tentacles
once they wither and die
the soul is born

***

the cross has arms now
dont you know?
they rotate
in gnostic precessions
and if it weren`t such an obsession
of ours to call it time
the holy one that all of us mocks
we would just name it
clocks

look away, ignore it
and it returns
with necessity`s chains
to enslave you
in unquestionable obedience
turn away, before it
pulls you by your body`s pains
and your loved ones` expedience

what you wouldn`t give
to make it stop
stop! quiet! hush!
can you hear
the sweet silence without fear
of its stoppage, my dear,
dare but give one thing with a knife
and it is yours!
your life.