The Horror

All the sins that blew you away
Gems on your crown
Everything that comes in your way
Follow you down

Saw your pilgrims running low
Same old design
Aiming for the finishing blow
Grafting my vine

Everybody came to your speech
Sweet to be heard
You read me like the book on the beach
Same as I dreamt
Thrilling! I’d expect the same
Bounded to disregard
Opening your arms and pray
A relieving triangle to rest your sadness

Old soul, you remember?

Drifting the river upstream
Dirty with grime
I could not see anymore
I had no time
Watching for sunken stones
Had to discern
Only a whirl of black limbs
Wish to return

I saw vague forms of men
Double, leaping, gliding
Like a flock of excited magpies
Flying
Like a claim of distant kinship
Affirmed by you, ashore
Even conquerors should pay
The price of futile fame
Tomorrow we’re gone

Mountains or waves
Align and dissever
Prisming the rays
The light of the seven
Took a deep breath
Then stopped to listen
Ivory marks
The hell of your heaven