The Spiral Scar

One heartbeat rips

The spiral scar

The spiral breeze

I grant my lips

The spiral greed

In all my praise, with all my trust

I swear my claim in a crest of rain

And a column of radiant desire

My gloss forlorned, my play of horns

And the music of sweet fire

The mourners they weep

Thought greets the feathered King

The veil of rot now sings:

"For in the beautiful insane, lies the Equinox scarred

With souls of flies and spiral hearts

Yes, it is I. Glowing in your hand

With all grace of hell, marbelled in sand."

The serpent leaps to face

The quest of flesh and bone

And to reap this spiral tone