Mourning Beloveth

Disintegrate

Mourning Beloveth


A low primal growl 
Reverberates through 
my frame 
as nerves 
break through the skin 
Plunge 
The ether 
The limits of excess 

Nothing to savour anymore my body is drained 
We are left alone pulsating round an infection 
Everything has a point of no return 
Surrender unsleeping to the unfolding light 
It seems to carry us through until the end 

Disintegrate disconnected scenes gradually form one seething mass 
Oceans of extremes of joy and pain and crashing waves 

Nothing to more to savour 
We are left pulsating 
Surender to the light 
Disintegrate through the ether 

The nausea is digging in 
The tide leaves but the scum 
The filth of the earth 
It is time to soak up 
The aric wasteland 
Of the psyche through the fibres