Gyre

I am the sum of

A terrible nothing

Lurching and slouching

Onward to Bethlehem

Heaven has only

Room for so many

Clearly there won’t be

A spot for me at all

I am the sum of

A terrible something

Watch how

The light shines

Through my see-thru skin

Send me

An angel

Who flies from Montgomery

Bind him

And drown him

And clip off his molten wings

Wait

In silence

Life

In vein

Blind

In judgment

Let the wandering feel me now

Burn the oceans

Burn their homes

In these times before I go

Wasted lives of sleep and stone

Watch the center cannot hold

Swimming through The Gyre I am born

Swimming through The Gyre I am

Hear me coming

Howl in vein

Seek the martyr

Skin and soul is what I crave