bright blue blinds

same black blood pouring

like Mithras initiating the Earth

first thing and without a sound

all your sweetest freaks emerge each

a knife nestled in the neck of paramount memory

whispering violence giddily through the dew

the sunrise like a purulent blister

Nuit has never been nearer

 

you lie and say it's going to be a good day

If you do it properly you might sleep

before two tonight