Mosh. Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.Shantih. Part IV

Damyata
I
Across the dream mind
we thought in slow motion
talking to three women
about the life and the soul

In the city of God
in another world,
unrealizable here on Earth
we pray
Kingdom Come, Elysium
where we live and love
at the hour of our death

at the hour of our death

The tower where we wedded
the City of God
with the convoluted mind
lies in ruination,

and the city of gold
is gone

No words to speak
No reason for words
in languages spoken
backwards
in fragile hymns
of dishonor

Bow down
to defy the Word
Reword the Word
in disillusionment

as the Generation of Secession
sips this bloody wine

We drink our forgetfulness
and elude the green light
of memory

The murmur and the memory
of the past of sin
Let it be forgotten

Now and at the hour of our death

The damned
are fed their cake

Let them eat cake

Kya tum mere saath aaoge ?
Mein tumhare saath aaunga.

In the present in the past
Kya tum mere saath aaoge?

In the garden and in the dust
Kya tum mere saath aaoge?

In Heaven and in hell
kya tum mere saath aaoge?


Mein tumhare saath aaunga.

Amen

Can we die
like words die
like time dies
like bones die

bones we scraped
and bones we curled
and bones that built the light

Can we die
in death and dung
in food and drink

in amen's

eat cake
drink wine

marry heaven with hell
good night

II
In open fields
mankind lies scattered
Words are scattered
around the fire

Round and round
round the fire
in circles and constellations
Harvest came
and Harvest passed
and here we rise
and here we fall
round the fire

where Harvest burns

And wouldn't you feel
the faith
and the disease
the enigma
and the God

are you a statistic
on the cross

Blood our drink
blood our food

sacrifice us
in wasted years

thanks be to Adam
Eve
and God

Amen

To slay the righteous
with the wicked

between the spring
and the winter
and the apple
and the egg

the bodies sit

Sightless eyes
and sickly roses
we preach together
in the Kingdom
of purgatories
where backwards words
are the word
in the ruination
of the word

The word of eviction
and exile

III
Tower fallen
into the loam
of dying and death
and rebirth and life
where we, the dead
hide these bones
hide these memories

and scatter the air
scatter the words
scatter the fragments

The voice of our exile
spoke in light
and divided the darkness
but left no path
in the ruination
No path of light
carving gold
from the red

the red of our blood

and our sins

White and blue
long forgotten
to redeem
the whispers

the whimpers
of the universe
before the bang

How will
the world end

IV
Last night God gave us lotuses
and brought the evening
brought the fog
the winter breath
Long ago the fire
stolen from the sun
was extinguished
and our livers have died
our livers have died

Yet we still eat
the flesh of the lamb
and drink the blood
and eat the bread
and drink the wine
all consuming
all believing

all skeletons

We twist the meal
that controls our souls
swallowed to feed
the memory

Incantations of amens
in the Unreal City
Here we pray to Belladonna
and pick our lotuses
and our hyacinths
from the blood

From the blood
of the blooming dreams
the youth and virginity

Mary Mary
Marry us with war
and control our souls
to spill the years

Christ forgive us
Amen

V.
A Deo et Rege
A cruce salus
In dubio pro reo
we die

In dubio pro reo
we live

In limbo
we await
this judgment

Sympathy before the ash
Hope before the slaughter

VI
In the Twilight Kingdom
we bow our heads in sleep
fearing all that lies behind
our eyes

In the mirror
is the mirage
In the wasteland
is the nightshade

In the nightmare
is the fear
Forgive us Father
the Shepard is near

Show us the Faith
as the cleaving wing
divides perfection with hyacinths
within the dream


I see Angels
surrounding me
in this veil
I try not to see
the crooked contemplations
of my wrongs
between the resurrection
and the damnation

You don't understand
and you don't
own my soul

VII
Licking salt from
the wreckage
as we dream in
labyrinths
trying to find a way

out

out-out-out

In the Black Tower
we rise our heads
to the night
and to the raven

Raven Raven
Purgatorial seduction
Under oath of the Devil
we cry as poppies blossom,
miracle roses to the

damned

Descent
Annihilation

I see Angels
surrounding me
covering me in
veils of innocence
Napalm oblivion
falls, burning
the eye
the dream eye

Caged to this ruination,
in the city
in the tower
before the guillotine
of imagination

Consciousness now lies
broken

as the final candle
kindles and extinguishes

out-out-out