night is upon my alter

Night is upon my alter,
Shadow after shadow descends,
Bends the light,
Death lets me pass,
I see a million secret mouths,
A million different versions of peace,
Touching abyss to abyss,
I listen to the malaise,
Where the first loss as clear the last,
I hold them all with the same hand
My heart smolders in perfect darkness,
In shadowy watery folds,
All my wishes come true,
Only not in consonants or vowels,
The answers are just as clear,

Night after night consumes me,
I hear the sound of my own name,
Seeping out of borderless shadow,
Sound to sense,
Touching in,
Death lets me pass,
To form an anchor in my heart,
Hold the the moving field with the moving lens,
Slow the sweet passage of imaginary friends.