Three squares align infinitus screams

abandon all
consuetudes
as you enter
my leonine flame
avulse your
accosted requiem

through this
plasma I gift you
a purgatory of fillet nous
that molests your gravity
with tantric continuums

where this kundalini
singes and beckons
the fallen nephilim
through the womb
of wanton ronin

as sweet seppuku
kisses sapling scars
and mirrors reflect
a deveined Cartaphilus
who is tattooed
with screaming stars

she is a planet
unto herself
and a whimper
who harbors steel silence

the circle passes
through a knot
as she plants
embroidered cairns
from the exhale
of my granite plaints

and I’m a shriveled shrine
burning in the piousness
that is her bosom

where welkin and
hades break grains
and raise a toast
to the land of nod,

find me, as a
wandering Ra flare

where I serve
as a jester for the
oracle of Thanatos

enslaved to
maximus penitence
where every dusted twinge  
injects and excretes
Helios pestilence.