Pegasus, the assassin of my flesh, pomegranate-hot; restless, enraged

(A mythomania of embers upon its tongue)

The judge of the dark night sits atop it, boldly stealing a human face

“The Cheese and the Worms” fill the celestial sphere of the moon

…And from the far beyond

A deer that craves the whip

Dresses in the hat of a dead man

An eternal-bright-deviant spirit

Crept slowly within…

 

Pegasus, the assassin of my flesh, transforms into an aged master

His servant proffers chains of submission / The golden sun descends upon my blood-weeping hair

Poseidon eviscerates my chest. My dark chamber…

The priest at my door pulled the key from my wall. We wept together for the sunken city

Looking into my eyes, he shouted: “Child; the real matter is to feel the Flood in your heart!”

 

A storm… lanterns flickering faint… earth tumbling from the mountains

The agony where darkness and light collide! David surged through our bodies

We slept upon the crucifix.

She suckled us, as our mother

With the dome of the sky beneath us

The night rears up

Our skin heaped into flames

From the remnants of the Flood, the Last Angel appeared…