i swear by these unworldly thoughts, a sin
that i bore witness to time murdering me within.
i swear by these strange, shifting bones
a neophyte of answer to the call of sorrow,
will seek god’s eyes in the offering stones
that built this life by transient morrow.
i swear by the lonesome abodes of clinical stars
to unsex un-navigate these tides of space
to free skysign intimacies as is ours,
and rid the cadence of this grace.
i swear by this internal, wicked flood
this beat asks for one: just and graved blood.