D O M I N U S V O B I S C U M

slide the depths of your voice from the dust-lungs of your body,

spirit fluttering iridescent ivory feathers into the ianthine arteries of your heart.

breathe and you etch a cross onto your subconscious, glowing like

how love shatters its light in the setting sun before it melts

into the almost-untainted moon.

this voicebox was meant to break in beauty. spill the echoes of praise into the

clogged air, hope and pray they’ll reach someone so that the heavens can hold

their hand. and spirit. and soul. and the water fizzles over fire and flames like

salvation. lift your hands up to the

seven eyes of purity and whisper the name of

a once-dead son.

you are saved. forever dying is not an option in the beginning and end of

time.