As We Lie (Terminally Ill)

I

the bloody hand of Jesus rests on shoulders of eras until He disintegrates…

each prayer longs for light to obliterate night…

…a cobra rises within
…the dream escapes the mind

a conscious machine surveys the web…a spider drains a fly…

Death begins His Hymn with a grin…baring teeth wolves encircle inside
a nightmare galloping toward dawn…

II

dementia eats souls
as the feast rots
in the hidden chambers
of time bleeding

III

eyes recollect levitation
the lion is blinded by loins
the priest tastes flesh
the king seduces his nation

IV

…the lord of the ascending hum will not be gagged

(silence narcotizes)

 

 

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