Lonely stars bend on my mind That I see spread as willows in t… Dripping the slight bright smiles That drown my heavy night Warmed in heated stained wood

When my owl-wise conscience Turns a jiffy smiling teeth Against my cheek; panting My neck with wet rock swaying memories; I am in the ranks again.

I showered this rainy autumn  Thus far; I’m unscathed, I guess A heart unblemished is unused It must have the wrinkles and stai… To show the merit of the cause

You are my monster I tread these thimble steps reaching this cracked quiet which speaks in parables while i bramble in hatred

I spun across linear pathways Feverishly sweating the footfalls As it patters inside my drenched s… Trees at bended gracious yearning Blessed evening star!

I was a statue in my lighted child… Given over by mild-demons  Swinging from the ceiling; smiling Their sweet releases unto my neck Waking between the curls of my cri…

My demise began at my genesis Stuck between hymn pages covered i… That so haunt me these last days Like a reel being forced down eyes Glimpsing into yester-year

Spoken quiet slowly-pulsating drew… In a shrouded mist he drank the wa… Dripping the prayer knees under de… Aligning these shadow thoughts cre… Vows taken with cloak and chamber

I’ve given into the chance of spri… Where my bones creak with the sun I speak on crinkled pages The only way I can be true; be my… Is in these moon-soaked scribbling…

Those shades drop slowly that even… But even then I could see As my morning lark priested on his… Signaling the days events I saw that Leda in stony nights t…

Deepening these ray burned rooms I pray those scarlet voices As she cuddles in trees Of my wishing thought Swarmed in a masked vice

I sputter and spin within my own c… Able to construct something that b… My own spiderweb, casting across d… wriggling myself from the hooks th… Across my arm that I cannot stop…

I have never priested my way Upon the fashions of the time I have lived years behind my face The ashes that are swept  Underneath swaddling pages

These wings that drive my passion… Sometimes seem like they bounce The nightmarish space upon itself I see clearly through nimble knees Covered in sleep, A cradle 

Saddest day we gleam Though you shone late In catholic mournings I send You shine like Hyperion All moon beams and leaves of blue