Sybilance of Sun

We see our eyes now hammered to faces

Confused in the realm of the exquisite

Morning fog mires us in the strange

Time to burn it off

Time to burn it off

See the dewdrops of day and sybilance of sun

Rubedo now, almost-burnished

Afternoon has come.

Foretell with mighty conviction.

7/4/12

Untitled- Song/poem

Write to me about sex and death
Mourning is what you do best
I'm challenged and can't move back
You're alone and that's a fact

Mourn for the disillusioned
Mourn for the wise
Mourn for the lovers who choked on stars poured from eyes

Have we mastered all it takes to grow?
Have we listened but have nothing to show?
Reap with open eyes
Bemoan dismissive sighs...

Mourn for the disillusioned
Mourn for the wise
Mourn for the lovers who choked on stars poured from eyes

Do your rituals, morning come
Sink it down like the morning sun
Wish me nimbly, cleanse me quick
Kiss me over the candlestick

Mourn for the disillusioned...etc

Mourn for the disillusioned
Mourn for the disillusioned (4x)

7/4/12