Mors Syphilitica Below The Baleful Star
The warm tears fall
To trample them
Beyond the folds of light
The salt dries white
Beyond the deepest mouth
Now- the salt falls away
Silence I laid
On your wound
Cast your arms to me
Stretch your limbs
Falling afternoon
Silence I laid
On your wound
There must be
A crying night
The warm sun falls
To trample them
Beyond the shafts of light
The hall of night
Below the baleful star
Now the dark sires dreams
