A Marriage of Flesh and Air

A conjured creation in knots and bones in a pounding of fragments, a rupture of stones As in death we dance, we crawl through this As in death we dance, we stumble amiss Jilt and jitter to an ending of worlds where our hearts will either break or bronze Dervish twirling to horizons uncared in dances ferocia anima downstared Wingless and withered but raging alive The dueling dischord just magnifies The rhythms of rendering rhymes with which we vengeful gods destroy the hive Celebrate the marriage of flesh and air Faceted eyes see all but none Guided by the grasp of drones A crawling chaos , follow the horde Carry the void toward its throne Throw away the anchors, the steadfast, the light and tell of that which you see in the dark A shared immersion in blood and cadence A syncopic structure of stabbing sparks Come dance in the flames of a world to reveal Come dance in the fire of a world brought to heel Whirling and weakened but wasted no more This flame rekindles the embers of a once before A cessation of life extinguished by a forging flood A time anon, born from the ashes of brine and blood Come dance in the flames of a world to reveal Come dance in the fire of a world brought to heel Ripping the fabric in strands tied to naught To bear the raging worlds within Through the ruined gasp that surrounds a seething silence forced to whims, the impulse of passion, impetus’ charm this is a vowel of encompassing harm of cathartic deliverance through purging blaze, through shedding the shells of this suffocate haze Jilt and jitter to a beginning of worlds where our hearts will either break or bronze