1. Coin me an un-word — A glistening...

1.
Coin me an un-word —
A glistening fracture-ring to chase off senses
For they are like gods and flies
Who are attracted by one who makes the sacrifice,
By one who burns the flesh
And creates ashes
From carbon-based tissues;

Coin me the un-word
To make all meanings void,
Because no story can comfort me anymore
And their bricks
Made of a wordy clay,
Burnt on an altar
Are too heavy to become home
For my unseen soul.

2.
No one will see my soul
And those who told me they love me
Were kissing me with open eyes
To watch over my face;
They found its point of fracture.

Let a void heal the void-within:
An un-story made of glistening rings,
Fractures and ruptures,
To restore my face from the scatter.

3.
You were crowned and put
Highly beyond the cedars and redwood
Highly beyond a bird’s eye gaze
And you found the point of rupture
To break all crowns like birdwings

And now I am in a not-place of a last wreck
Where a living flesh may see an un-altar
— A hot cold frozen stone —
That molds itself from within
Into a point of rupture,
And a glistening ring,
Into an un-word
To un-tell the stories
To repel all lofty gods
And to mend the black-shining void.