FEVER DREAMS

Worlds have faded Beloved, departed Leaving only their accompanying infection The majesty of our seraphim Whose eyes face the void Suspended in moments of oceans In a sobering purity This pain that has taught us everything And that excess persists As a sobering nothingness Inner grace And a horizon fallen into drunkenness Our fatal equilibrium This nothingness Time is nothing more than a scream Being cannot bear its immense cycles A distraught dissonance overtakes its inhabitants A future forsaken, towards unimaginable ends Left to burn And all across the landscape This pathetic homeostasis prevails I see the burning fate that has produced us Monsters without choice