1000 Funerals Vast Infinite Beauty
so tired and weak was christ on the cross
departed from prophecy
to bring back an impaled world into foss
foolish he exposed his love
I'm unbowed because of you
I'm so wild and jealous
I'm silent in flames of doom
I am satan the cursed and fallen
I wonder what I was to you
remember thy angel
over the abyss
and ever forever
woe be to them
I awoke in a pattern
drawed within the gloom
ungrounded unclosed
around revolving things
golden and chained
a faceless fog formed
a shape of the world
he asked nothing of himself and never wondered of
wandering wherever waked
he rose and shone disheartened but overbearing and
numinous
as an unfeigned satan with unbounded wings opened above
the deepest depths
then there was no one else and no thing
he was aware so courteous of an outright everlasting,
of an undenied unreal
he suddenly found the golden gates opened to the vast
infinite beauty of god
he walked out and entered into the way ends to
absoluteness of love
he faced nothing in THere
but a mirror
