And a raven sits, poised
Above the frozen, fractured streets
Wings into a yawning darkness,
More coiled than dying steel-
Of itself devouring; distracting worship:

with a stab, a glare, a vicious truth!

And those delicate fields, where nests flowers
Hours and hours and hours of!
How and above, how wild black madness
Becomes! Tiny bullets, dulled shrunken hearts-
Drunk and of metal heavy, such burdens
Of delicacy; such horrors the surface as flies,
Aged to malevolence silhouetted, stilled:

with a stare, a grab, a victim's youth!

Or hung in the shadows of fog & gardens
Where the hangman feeds dogs the films
Of eyes. And what sweat w/ coal-dust
To grime and rust as an insult forbidden
Their jurors, being ignorance soft & exhausted
Through its fingers its nothings its moons
Comes empty and missing teeth like
The blue of an abandoned bruise; wild
Caged under the threats of moving sleep
Disillusioned; silence beckons in voice a
Country undiscovered:

with a star, a gleam, a violent curse!

Now corrugated the little crumbs swallow
The hollow beating flings and wings as the ravens fly,
Brimming over w/ the tides of blood stinging for a
Numb mother's molested mercy; no coffin escapes-
As the serenades of rape bring
Reflections in a storms rage, torn.
Such orchestrations born, boom, beguile
As all the while innocence becomes tried;
A slow thick slice of insolent silence,
Come ghosts and dancers gravely wet, unfurled;
The gesture in ballet pounding incessant
As eyes flicker, beautifully, into tangent tangles,

And in place of the moon
Velvet fires
Burns as visions
Blurred.

And all voices fragment
Beneath the dead iron of flowers
For beds to wither in wonder

And God went on dying!
And the Devil sold tickets two to one
As the ferryman convulsed to ride
Man's prodigious flesh of sins
No less vain for pride;
Wayward he comes,
Dragged and drugged
Into sacremental penance;
Flushed in sentance and found wanton,
Discovering ones own depths
In cursed vulva, like pregnant fear &
Pornographic fever.

Now crows gather ceremoniously, guiltily
While writhing and laughing ingeniously,
Insanely in awkward absurdness,
Sucking insanity into undressed stress;
What comes for time eternal to turn,
As time withdrawn wanders, walking, wondering,
Dissappearing down asylums abandoned forever,
Exposed down infinitys closed forever,
Down faded/ghosted streets disposed forever
steel grey for as misted ever smoke pales
Stale as the bodies lay like bled cigarettes in
Rust-charred ashtrays forever, a heart's cancer
Forever tortured and begging for
Ecstacy in mirrors black'nd,
Endless, now, as gardens of Edens come to
Endless ends.
Now the crows feasting upon the wings of ornamental owls-
And the eyelids yellow
Cry like hills dying forever

Towards the suns the wings become meat & murder melting
As an old memory's mouth,
Mounted.

Senseless to attain the atoms of decay
These staged machines of man's plays
Where comedy reaches the limits divine
As cruelity crucified. And above all
The mountains, the seasons, the heavens
Upon the totem shores
Soars the fruits of bliss, on
Strings of the lips of time, as
Streams the stony skylines of a hawk's mourning wings
Such magnificence swells calm
In a rain-wetted dusk:
Filled w/ agony & wonder

flitting, flitting, flitting

And all the hills moved forever hauntingly-
Nor appetite, nor curtains, nor murder
Stayed without chains undiscovered; and the wings-
It moved, pale & ivory still
Soft;and the wings-
A silent evil fixed on the bleeding dreams
Of apathy and tragedy crowned;
An echoeing chord howling
Electric, reverberate and full of distort:
And of paradise, and the wings
It moved,

and of paradise

and of paradise.
And all the hills moved
forever...

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