Dormant

 This tomb

That deafeningly silent galaxy

In which we repose

Spinning through space

Touching the stars

Is this not why we are here?

 

A perfect second

Before departure

 

Blue-black abyss

Corona of the sun-

It has begun

 

It will be sin

 

Which destroys

Us all

Deservedly so

 

Yet we choose

Another path

 

It will be God

 

Whose Heart we

Find that we will lose

Deservedly so

 

Wisdom for the prophets

Destruction for the great unwashed

 

Cleanse and burn

Entreat and meet

Full circle

She knows how it will be

 

Longevity

Sensuality

Dooms us

And our ultimate condition

 

Human attrition

Entangled in honey sun which will burn

 

Every song.

Reviews

[Henry]

I've read your poems, and I have to say, you are one of the most talented poets on this site :D