redemption
i am going home
and taking with me the sun
and the environs of redemption
its lays and vocal lines
in many webs across the unexplored and unexported
when your simple laws implied the symetry of voices
made a tandem world those laws were flawed
for the collision of light and love are not the same
where light in syncopation and destruction crest for crest
depends on rythm and intensity
this is so wrong against the laws of love
where one wave invariably propels the other
on and on subsumed to unity
or by quick defracting separation will spread weakly
through the undulating tableaus of consequence or lost potential
now do you understand i am those unlateral laws like love and am that wave
and you are a small ripple on the webstrings of posterity
maybe at the subtle oceans edge of memory
your wave projects its limp velocity
and weak vibration hushed upon illyrian or grecian sand
while i rush and rise the giant swells
whose form is wild wild wild the gales of the southern seas
whose cold beauty perishes the blood of man
whose dark nights dissolve the souls of gods
their sockets torn and staring from the roaring spume
or drowning echos from the greying groaning deeps
and with this bitch invocation
one lay to curse a generation
and reek insanity upon the vultured dirt
fill the sea with gore
and trash the palaces of gods
where among the pireced tin and lead
the headstones and the rubble
her name was ever written