The sky is blazing

tear-drops spill
(from the wine press)

it is Me mary

She lifts the shroud off the sun

the Son of man is riZen

There are times when my heart crave for your mere existence

Earth grind slutty slime
pulled from a minds remembral
an extinguisher.

i may have you chained in my orbit
and i'll never let you go
but i know you'll still miss the sun
485,000,000 miles away
inverse cube law reducing
the light to nothing
yet still warmer than anything
you'll find here on europa.
and who knows if there's life
or it's just ice
all the way down
for kilometers
and she's so cruel
but still so kind; in comparison
negentropy, a spark of light
better than anything you'll find
in this frozen wasteland of my mind
better than minus 210 degrees fahrenheit
desolate ocean, planet's end
and i know you'd rather feel the warmth
of a distant sun; always better
than anything
you'd find
on europa

it must have been light
that invented my mind
the light terrorizing my eyes so
that I walk obsessed by beauty
I am trapped inside the circles of time
they grow and revolve in my tissues
it must have been love like a pocket of darkness
like the gravity that is so simple
that we can't understand