A Gentle Violence Ii

A gentle violence a bright sound Of hard conscious noise A radiant night of furious grace The slow burn of silk and lace Feeling colors of red a thick oily due Green the fragrance of greed Gravitational stream Soft the brittle light race Dies a gentle violent sound Feeling fire, ice, cold frost Scorching the ground Feeling a gentle violent night Full of noon at midnight Darkest of light A sliver sliver of tear Dry as a desert plain Feeling the gentle violence Coming in the Violet rain A gentle violence Gnashing of teeth A dinner of ashes A feast of saints Feeling the gentle violence come On a bright night of furious grace Watching the light race, violet!