Past week, on the night of Tiw
an uneasy candlelight wavered...

If you don't love me, then, do I love me?
For I within that love do view me whole...

I wonder which will greet me when I die;
The arch of angels or the scorching pit...

The eye of Ra reveals the path soon to be taken...
As if vainly, I repeat the query 'who will...

If dreaming paths the way to where you are
Then why has none to you, so taken me...

To whom would rush a wound from love, with love:
Let take a caution deep where your wound bleeds...

Take all the light until i'm out and deep
That I may linger where you rest in me...

Cannot sleep. Stillness not an option. The time of...
Living so close to an abundance of life, amazing...

Could none be so more sorry than myself
If he is found then I need lower still...

Scouring walls
sanding hands...

My lady is the moon upon my night;
The dark is far less dark around her eye...

Intricate ruby currents emanate from your pupils
diluted from a pool of spring rosy essences...