The word burns in The Book,
each leaf of flesh falls in black autumn;
the throne of bones usurped
by a singularity feining divinity;
a blood paradise in rose light.
Reigning shadows stream across
the earth and slide around the blackhole maws where madness
hides in sanity.
In the trumpet blast of thunder
the mountains rock and quake
from the viciously swung sword of lightning delivering mortal blows:
a crater containing a plate of ivory
commanding war, murder, suicide -
not in the thou shalts of the antiquated elevated, but
the legislation of the vulgar
blight ridden wagging tongues of the possessed. White chapel riders
of the suited night;
cover for the writhing mass ignited with pain and prayer
YOU ARE READING
Confusion in Underground Clouds
PoetryThis is a collection of assorted poems, detailing one consciousness extending and swirling into another, and another, and another.
