I have seen your night
It’s liquid murmur
Silently exciting my thirst
Easily disobeying your paradise
I find myself

In my barbarous solitude
Grayed dressed and revealed
For the vouchsafed audience 
Applauding two tongued appetite for clouds
Disgracing your celestial hymns

Unbalancing your voice to wander rebelliously
This necessity of chance is clear
Dispelling high temples to frequent

Castrate him why don’t you
The boundless deep riser
Sojourning unsung joys to regret

Kneel reminder teach me to not blame Gods whose faces I have not touched
To accept the light of my darkness
Globed like things like resting on places

Congregating conspicuously the tender grass beneath
Whose verdure springs unadorned reality with hope
Raining florid hues stilled for this endless memory

Grant my wind multiplying kisses
Rainbows to color the fertile womb
The parsimonious arch of my neck
The countless dots stumbling my dreading nothings

Faithfully beckoning mirrors to recognize the love of my flesh
The present flowing seas of my issuing pasts
Cleaving my possible embodied greatness

Materializing my spirit to thread on the stitching rise of it’s chorus
Roaring the voraciously purposing sound of a soul whose found it’s real sanctification