lift the cradle

lift the cradle
up out of heaven
milky star fire
take the sacred entrance

seven fables to be guilty
as is poetry
the dark gutter
that i speak

a woven blanket
for her dark soul
to make her bleed
through the heat

plagues breed consent
unemotional wiring
electrically rewired
and rewed while I slept

stones mark tombs
i rise lately
slightly unstable
musing
getting nowhere
but I'm not able
to walk for 4 years
to breathe toxic air
six more years
delight is beyond even joy
eight more
crucified
i yawn my mind is
crippled
forever lifting darkness
to find the able witness
and wither witlessly
to enjoy the precious stone
and to give this being
a chance to walk home in the dark and
 lift the cradle