The land burns with wonder unbound,
So close to the edge of time
it teeters on the abyss of black sorrow seeping.
Drinking in wine made from sere grapes
heavy with sweet reflections,
I cringe before the moon's crystal streams.
Heart dissolving in cold ripples
haunted by yellow blades of light
hopelessly drifting on shifting sighs, lapped
by that strange ocean desire. A torpid
heat swims on lotus blossoms breath,
baking me baleful, in the nights dark seeming.
I bear witness to the end in cursed dreams
a victim of spectral-summer-haunting.
Love cries lost in the shade of burning-umber-glow.
Worms writhe beneath fallow soil,
feasting upon the world's dead.
she weaves merely by being.
coming to me an apparition that stuns
even the landscape's effulgent draperies.
Lips the purple stain of life, a full ripe
smear demanding to be taken and savored.
A redolent heady spice that ignites hunger,
the taste of her is more than a mortal man may endure.
Retaining reason no more I dash my ship upon her shore,
pursuing in frenzy I lose myself within her tangled jungle of enticement.
So caressed am I in unending coruscations of creation,
ever higher waves of intoxication,
building until there is only one light encompassing all of eternity,
until in the end there is only the purity