Dunkelheit

calling all mistreated jugglers and wretches of condemned madhouses bewitched by fingers of freak fame the spindly fingers of trickster twins that open the floodgates to occult caverns unleashing the brusque wraiths the brittle symmetry of her glacial eyes cast down from the empyrean skies as a sanctified abyss from ancient past eyes as candlelit rectory windows shining bright like voluptuous pyre and ferryman’s lantern on turbid nights calling all gritty peyote coyotes gargoyles of noxious mind germination whistling by the graves of stars in the form of ravenous black holes so vexed by the self-immolation of lovers the musicality of their hearty asphyxia tantalized through thick and thin falling in cascade down the wailing well how do we always end up vampirized singing the longeval sardonic litanies outliving the meteoric tremors as monuments of the past tumble down calling all incorporeal beasts to swing the fate’s pendulum in effigie and mourn the motheaten grandeur of lofty and aged Victorian ancestry within the reach of eternity’s gate disemburdened and lost to the ether melting at last in the muse’s embrace eclipsed by the fading night gyrations there’s no excuse not to leave in rapture one last rainy walk by the derelict wharf ready to fall down the fissures en masse into the ruptures of our narcotic glossary