Time only for a breath before the plunge
then racing through nerve end passageways...
She with the perfect eyes and pale moon gaze
came to me robed in promises...
Even if the wall seems built miles high,
a door is waiting to open.
Light a fire and the smoke may reveal it...
Fall to your knees under skies of blood
and worship the rains coming to sweep you away.
As you drown in mud at the bottom of a grave,
worship the plague doctor who throws dirt on your coffin...
Look up and see where the world ends
Out of reach, the edge hovering always above
Pressing down on fears of the beyond
Grinding to dust all dream of escape—