There is an instant

Millennia after the eye

Sweeps your wretched form

Where the pink moonlight

You missed in Tennessee

Seems to rip through clouds

Where you forget

On a second,

Deeper layer,

The lies you gave

And the light burns

Your dying skin away

But the clouds return

In their due time

They gather like the vultures

Over your sister’s carcass

And you are lost in their

Embrace again

Forgetting light

In the throbbing

Blinding

Curtains

Of their ease

The stars will take you someday

As the savior you prayed for

Not the fire you’ve felt

And they will save you from

The winding walls of quivering

Mud-drenched skin

That encase your days

Let fog and paper and your father be your northern blaze