We are a weak race
full of needlessness
drenched in the body’s shadow
entranced by the pale light of forgetfulness
Oh come to me now Spirit of Abandon
my weakened blood draws you nigh
taste these twisted veins
with your forgotten, forked tongue
let me sleep under your gaze
that I may become gravity
and sink with my love deep into the earth
where I too can be a wisp
no passion is greater than the passion of itself
and sleeping sleeping sleeping we run
while just outside
the sun is continually rising