Fregion

Petals placed in copper bowls
just outside the door
strings of bells in wooden fences
for the wind to move
boats of paper lowered into the Euphrates
lanterns burning in martyria
beneath our homes

To hear his voice is to know that you are deaf
To see his face is to know that you are blind
To feel his touch is to be no more

"Do not give what cannot be taken"
It's mouth didn't move.
"There is no country for us,
and no fruit within this grove"

If I should die before I wake
Don’t touch me
You fiend, you terror
Not for one moment

You’ve moved my mind
You’ve stopped my heart
You fiend, you terror
I want you to touch me again
Don’t tempt me
I want to see you march again

The silent field of swaying grass waved at the ocean above
The giants march past us by the thousand

Infinite upon infinite
They don't look back
We stare on
departing like wraiths
jars of grain opening
We submit to the end
Let the Ocean takes me
sleep me into darkness

welcome it
like epiphany

unleash it
like a song

honor what you love
with ruin