The Ritual Fires of Abandonment

The voice cannot carry The tongue and the lips that give it wings For even as love crowns you So shall it crucify you Descend to your roots And shake them from their clinging to the earth We shall be together When the white wings of death Scatter our

In my darkest hour my blood runs free I've come to lie on the fire I've come to stare at the sun Where two bleed as one Is it time the sun arrived to burn away the numb In the flesh denying the eyes of time Make me nourishment for the blazing flame M