Sunday, 20 June 2010

Dagaz.

Swifts taunt the twilight with aerobatic grace. My mind is unknown instances. Flying against the light I race to greet the ever receding face........... Mirrors of the eternal unbroken steal blameless moments with each fitful cry of silence. Destined to die in arms of gold, against bloodstained histories. Be mine tonight in tombs of dust and forget.............. Remember code. Remember scene. Remember violence. Remember mother of god. Remember mother of man. I am done with it. Sleep at the bottom of the sea, dream of deaths trembling lips, come, come to this shore from out of the yawning abyss. Keep the lines of the liturgy in that tongue within your heart girt with thorns. Keep the keeper of the flame's unholy dance beneath the roof of your hall. Stand to face me. We become and we are and we have made so much of it and we may lose it all. Rest, my beauty, day will come.

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