Celestial Coronation

Angels descend from shimmering bitumen Clawing at horizon, crawling down from the stars Innumerable hands cradling stone and pulling at cliffs An inverted sky touched by cold rage of the dark I’ll be in your dreams Passing through seemingly separate minds I’ll speak through the dark Lost language of scorched memories Angels descend from shimmering bitumen Unfurl tapestry of nucleic honesty Sudarium shroud of lurid blood drapes across sky A raised tattered banner, triumph of the weeping night Walking through this pitch Led by the light in the back of the mind Summits beyond reach Of ladders with rungs of blades A view of eternal nature Earth as a serpent which writhes across time Forests glinting as thunderstorms Wooden light ascending Over impossible oceans of land Where mountains crash as waves A nearly still water sculpts a world Walking through black air Guided by light in mind Led to a clearing of bone-pale grass Leaves reflect moonlight It flows through our dreams Passing through separate minds A voice from the night Lost language of hidden world A language written in silk threads Whispers from the spider’s tongue Offered from the depths of the river’s cold And the gift of a snake’s molt on shoreline Fossilized imprints of life An empty sky spills around us This balanced and natural world knows you