The Vanishing

I woke up in a world un-kind to white fire

and speckled the mirror with the froth of failed genius

Looking into the spiders veins

I watched as the void waved back gleefully

and traced the countour of her bones with care

as i broke my face upon the soft spectrum of a thousand fates

I re-infected myself again

and cringed at the shedding scales of victory

Such grandiose contours

Mad all powerful genius that he is

He left me there

To melt into the shadows long after the sun had burned them into rain

and i stood aghast among the meat

and tasted its copper with an ethreal tounge

Copulating with flesh and bone from beyond

with one foot in the marrow of her memory

And the landing broke into waves

as the waves broke into gasping

for there was no air to sing to

only the inbetween

a pantheon of vomitting atoms singing songs of juxtaposition between gasps for reality

And i reached for the contours

and felt the wells of horror overflow

as my hand passed through her ediface

straight into the embrace of absence

an echo of a mute scream carressing my cheek

as if to re-assure me of its monopoly

i melted then, like molten glass... straight through the fabric of jesus

and wept at here and there

"For the love of all thats holy"

and all that crawls beneath

A virus in the grain

Clawing at the sunlight on your face

Oh to possess the sunset once more

and suckle on the nipple of the warm blooded

But we are apart now

having vanished now

having split our cages open now

we are gliding in the fields of atrophy

forever seeing yet never touching

cursed to be neither here nor there

and lament of either side

Palming judas coin

with grey laughter as our sonnet

I am counting infinity through veils of smoke and tears

and whispering your name with silent screams

But the runway is lost beneath the vast

and there is no landing where flights of spectral sparrows quell

there is only moonlight and madness