Resplendent Night, die young tonight
and get born tomorrow; shine again
forever. Revival by the Heavens, revel in
the beauty of yourself and glisten while
God is dreaming.
Crawl Westward, and tumble
redundantly, like avalanches or washing
machines. And dare to dream of
finer things in your East; and
release/repeat.
Carve a place as solemn, for
you need a place to rest. After
years of ancestral incest you must be
tired of shellacking the stars
and the moon must be lacking its
veracity that you seek –
show us so we may know; tell us
so we may follow.
And battle the sunrise, the flowering
disaster, gallop as a chariot, and
murder sunlight –
or die youthful, and be brought
back upon your platinum
platform.
We’ll design you a purple
funeral, burying you in an
unmarked place, so no one can
disturb you. Resplendent Night, our souls
you’ve saved –
so we’ll be there like soldiers, to
protect our savior’s grave… dancing
and twisting, upon sweet ‘morrow’s
knave.
