Lucia's light guides I, nocturnal

Tis the year’s midnight, final one hath no day,

Lucia’s, who shines upon seven malefics, unmasked;

         The dark rift spins divining wheel on cross, unflasked

           Send forth earth’s tower, constant galactic ray,

                        The whole world’s sap is sunk;

Starved of time, slung gamma bursts, earth staggers drunk,

Gravity waves blow past forty-four hours later, life is shrunk,

superluminal ashes, interred dust, yet these seem to laugh;

Lazarus’ blast returns, all six love’s lonely epitaph.

Study this then storm goddess, this the world to be

Antediluvian, lost luminosities promised next spring,

              Split apple beneath rock’s melt, emotions everything;

                 Hate has wrought this next alchemy.

                 Art de Vivre obliterated, who did express

A quintessence even from this dark nothingness,

Saplings unify in lotus, solitary souls of pure emptiness,

This war that is winter, who begat whom ruined; I am re-begat

Of absence, darkness, death, forever all things forgot.

Yet reborn myths repeat themselves, ad nauseum;

Life, soul, form, spirit, others, things, draw all that’s good;

         I, by love’s limbec, essence of wild capital nomads

          Below graves; inferno, flood alluvial wood,

          Psalms decay, have we the last few wept, and so

Tepi tunes planets from two chaoses, language of light grows

The first time again, far past the genesis of zep zero,

Move through the void creating a new grid, in absence     

She withdrew our souls and froze our carcasses.

Conflagration dried tears that once drowned the world,

Eyes upon the plate... see shambolic die, the charmer,

                Six radiant stars under a full moon; starboy, girl

                  Merge at point zero through word power

           Of akar, to fetch lust, yet summer never comes.     

Two moons below celestial horizon prove destroyer’s vector sum,

Vague warnings of the year, in the long night’s festival of plum   

Candles stack pyramid; yea plants, yea stones detest,

An ordinary nothingness, a shadow light elixir, a sweet tempest.

But who am I, none to heed, to warn this vigil eve;

Blanketed in lamb, tidy, warm under the lesser sun,

            Some future lovers, whose sake does weave

            Awaken girl, at this time the goat does run,

           Poisoned apple of summer’s joy, prepare ports of call.

Virgin without guardian, blessed dame, I, human join before fall,

This hour cured through faith; white dress, red sash, long night festival

Of cosmic disaster, two lions roar four directions, split axe heads; sunburst

Clashing swords, nocturnal warning this day deep in midnight, I, birth forth.