It never hurt this much before,
And I feel I'm courting Saturn.
The
Twelve-Eyed Secret gazes through a prism,
Staring into raindrops swirling
slow
It lifts its horrible heads
With lidless orbs of limitless
vision.
I dream with fluid movements in a lake
The ripples cast
from skipping stones
We speak below a gushing mind,
Crouching in a
corner, hid behind a box
Full of Worms and stalking shadows.
Magnetism draws me to a cone of space;
I sift still through hours of
its plasma,
Biding time until the clocks collapse.
Music shattered
my spine on the steps outside;
I cannot move; my liquid breathing
Is sculpted with this binding gel.
But come, my love, and rescue me
From failure.
Cover me with an opium sheet,
Embrace me with
gossamer;
Kiss the moonstones from my eyes
And brush the cobwebs
from my bones.
It all sings beautifully;
With all your strength
believe this.
But I know you can't understand
Why I threw myself
from the glass again.