Enchanted by the singsong of the primigenial vibration
On a spiral staircase
Arcane dusty
My shadow falls, ascending
Pale oozing wax, onto marble
And dyed of dark in my hands.
... Strengthens the dances of it
And I look at the crest repeating itself in the transcendental helicoids.
A weeping spiced by mirror fragments
Dense on the steps
Flows down
Like a velvet it whispers, to the wounded soul
Denied is the unknown.
Who's tearing these tears?
Tears...
Tears...
... Tear, wax and "ruby"
Fluid that flows, in the stony snail.
Regresses the mind on every track
For any whisper, a tawny drop...
Soft responds
And finally, solidifies.
Be a crystal sanctuary.
My bells, liquefied laments, still immanence:
In transcendency,
The tolls of an ancient litany.