Gyrebornew

What was done

That I must heave fire

Great shuddering gasps in the pre-dawn light.

Sloughing spiritual flesh in kundalini de

Composition takes time in ordered dance and makes beauty

but where does that leave the spaces between is and

What is to be

unborn

Do my hands move

after my thoughts left only to interpret their auger

looking outward before a fire casting shadow forth

Blindest wherever I am

Painting a void I long to fill

and deem it fate

Jörmungandr is always as hungry as he is capable of swallowing

Continuity vs storm

They say that Mary washed his feet and was loved

Neither before nor after

yet my water has dried and what baptism can I provi

dense spear between ribs bring two from one

and I must pray I strike through vein

idols

or that my hand is stayed on the mount

in time