Walking in the beauty of the world,
Dashed up from the glass on which my soul was hurled,
Walking in the beauty of the world.

You kill me, you kill me

I lay with you as I would ith the grave.
The eternal soil,
Stinging my skin, sea and stars.
Leave my blood to boil, bubble back.
Heart Crack, Soul Rack.
Back to the beauty of the world.
Split silver slit into the pitch black
Soul rack, Heart crack.
Splitter, splack.

Rage, Man and weight,
My crisis you create.
Love and death and fate.

Are you suffering from a terrible love?

Why else would you be out this late.

And all you Magpies, chortling on the dawn,
The onlookers of this march of vanquish toward the water.
I will be renewed, in the Ocean.
I will be given my weight,
Which you have torn.

Fist into my chest, carless for the sinews -
reaching for the core, my heart, deep in my chest you grab,
your fingers, grab at each pulse,
Enclosed in a fist with a force to shake,
And break the spine of every serpent and snake to slink the earth,
You squeeze, grab at each pulse until the blood and tears swell,
Explode into a thousand silent aches,
Till they consume themseves,
And the Void makes itself known.

But your presence too.

You and the silence,
behind the drum.

Spun off the axis,
I,
Annihilate,
Smashed out somewhere with the sinews and the tears and the blood.

You remain.

Rage and glory smashing through.
I glimpsed at god through you.
And I needed the water to renew myself.