Awake

Dark is the day as I stroll in my lands of fiction
Fighting with images of my myopic breath
Juggling carnival eggs in a giddy merry-go-round
Why did you wake me up, O treacherous dawn!

Inside

In every shadow
     Cries a desire to outlive reality
In every rock
     Sleeps the destruction of the world
In every man
     Lurks an angel enchanted to love

the metamorphosis

A sparkle of sunlight, a sudden flash
A warmth within, a feeling in sight
A flicker of a flame kindled by blood
A thought-enveloped mutiny of desires

It grew, it spread, mutated by breath
Burning and raging and embracing death
How was it born? When did it transform?
Why did it sear the flesh it fed on?