Fire is its spirit
Fire that purifies the fire Of her tears
whole
drop hanging from his eyes
Drip fruit
Offering the bulb
The magnitude of the hand
In light infused
The mirages of the pulse under the stone gaze
fossil awake
Drip infused light is
This visange that devours the darkness
Up Aleph Light
cannibal
And his eyes on the ground, thoughts
Delta
purple bruises on the wrists of the night Girl
invalid, she runs to the vision
With Christ in the mouth blood
who nurtured his passion fierce
The cold blood yesterday and spent
Blood, blood, sweat, the Shroud
which she blindfolded
The blood that the body performs love
Strangulation time
By its own open wounds
Blood reread, reborn, like gold melted
At his lips to her
