Slumber vs. Inevitability

Jetsam, sedation, ocean embrace,
Your vast black tundra
Rejects the moon like a villain.

A villain in a spoonful of silence,
Beaming like a drunken idiot,
Doleful in divine embroidery.

The servants whimper,
Their Master has devoured the sun!
Picked his teeth with its final rays,
And spit out the bones of perpetual
Night.

It is here we taste our exile.
The vines of our fruit,
Our effortless fruition,
Stripping salvation from erect nipples,
The obsequiousness of fettered, pious
Breast beasts.

Decry the night!
We cannot feast under the eviscerated heaven
That shifts no balance, endures no wine.
The vineyards are cemeteries,
Coiled and grey, twisting tortured
Into dust and clay.

Resurrect the corpse sun,
Regurgitate its supple rays so the servants
May again clamber and arrive at "wisdom".
Arouse the flowers of the vineyard
on the lips of doting monarchs.

To sedate the ire of Babylonian kings!
Once more!

Posted by rtav