On death, and living

Rain blades are portals
Burrowing in ether
Through fleshes of souls
Deeper and deeper
Into the flames
Of words with no names
An unborn teeming oblivion
Yet still
I breathe
Awake
In this fathomless void
This bristling darkness
What is there to see?
In the blackest of shadows
An echo replies

The answer is nothing
The truth is the question
A sun-crested searcher
Beaming her bones
Fills up my lungs
With a new song of question
How can there be now?
If only I’d dream
Faster than light
Set fire to the past
Set the future to flight
See with the eye
For which I am the mirror
The pitcher; the catcher; the game

There is rhythm in this silence
Blood in this faceless wind
Pistons of white flame
Firing perfect unity
In the machinery of the beyond

Swallow the heart of God with your hands
Don’t trust your eyes if they see only tears

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