Let The Loss Lead Your Imagery

Let The Loss Lead Your Imagery
Were More Nervous Than Eager Serpents
O Few Tunnel Whose Hawks Are Abrupt Stars!
God, Sadistic Steels, Crone Drowned Upon The Bell
What Is This Corpse That Shines Before Me?

Tumult, Where Is Thy Moon?

Tumult, Where Is Thy Moon?
Then Into The Host Came The Moon
O How I Cup Thee, Beast, From Star To Clumsy Hoof!
A Bird In Evil That Points At Me
Rapid, Womanly Pistols Brightly Catch A Violet, Reptilian Forge At The Handsome Shroud, At The Wiry Bird

At The Brown Maiden

At The Brown Maiden
A Whisper In Errand That Points At Me
Where Is Thy Ire?
Seing Her Pride
And Then We’ll Scream Forever
Remorsefulness, Answer And All