emanation of Void

the burning naked beauty comes from clay. my mouth knows. pains descend from springs of life. in this furnace beyond all laws for or against flesh. clay in our tongues, the limit of crystal within love.
before this Ocean in flames I enter the shadow of the One in the spiral circle where. the Void becomes womb. I taste the morning under wild wings, fearing the fall. Yet I drink the veil and the bath, your skin passing the possibles through my cloudy lips.
fierce howlings, specters of despair, nightmares fold and unfold across the atmospheres.

at last the swords, the chariots and the muscles of war vanish.

love is a logical demonstration of trembling fibers.