breathing the chalice

falling to the side

at first:
the long breath
drawn inside of
fires and blood....


kneeling at the sides

...and then arriving
once more
at the sharp corners
waiting to pinch
waiting to allude
waiting to shape:

flooding the ceilings

words are faltering
and then rising
devouring each song
one by one by one by one
forgetting references
forgetting reason
forgetting nirvana and
kingdoms

shimmering smaller

while your mouth
opens and invokes


the lasting ceremony
beneath my closed eyes.