Do it in the darkness

Do it in the darkness.

Do it with the wisdom of despair

wrapped around you like a rag

drenched in dark blood, old

losses, pleasures remaining in the mouth,

the teeth of sepulchre. Do it

entombed in your wisdom.

Do it secretly. Write

like a flame in the crispness,

a charred bark to come, but for now

you are flaming and wise,

you are deciduous, dirty,

pine leaves at the floor of the forestry World,

the dark emancipations of disgust

that threaten the Order.