Incandescencia Infernal – Jonathan Hine
December 24, 2019
*
no exit
her phantom
is among
phantoms
and there
is no
escape
as her
contours
sway
under
pulsing
skies.
she tells
me her
secrets
and
leads
me
in
my
dreams
*
violence in gasps
lovely are the mirrors burning
in the dark filigree
light blown across the endless moon’s blue
chasms of phasing vibration
flourishing shapes upon rays of perfection,
a gourged illusion
madness condensed within
optimal divine resonance
violet wrist imprints that, while dripping
do resonate experience
birthed wisps,
palpable and thoroughly bad
*
blazing radiance
heaven swirls
with pure,
emanating fires
& leagues of
screaming light.
angels surge,
flickering
and swaying
among immaculate
& violent rays
*