12.8.12


The Song of My Ship


A song so slight,
Sung by my sunken ship,
Shinning in my ears,
So bright,
And the sun will continue,
Continue to clean,
To release the spirit,
Deep inside of me.

Transmutation


Venom sac extraction,
And poison tooth to cap,
With clairvoyance,
And sparrow song,
Now clean.
Through the putrification of malice,
As premeditation dissolves,
And now pure,
Now never ashamed,
All violent murder cast upon a crux,
Constructed from the struggles of stars seen at sunrise.
Release tragedy into the sky,
Into the fiery sun to cleanse the world,
Far to see,
And farther to go,
Call signs and markings,
Make me leave.