Conquer My Blood

O Lord,

conquer my blood;

and the colourless fragrance of despair

rise into the desolate clouds

and become part of them.

Absolve me

of my anguish

like a fat stone in the heart:

melt it away;

scorch me

into melt

to flow through the earth

and fuel the Suns.



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BC, Canada