Room Made of War

There is a room no walls, no floor woven black and made of war no sun to crawl no stars transcend elliptic arc never descend in this place mirror of death brought to life by shallow breath glass and ghost to crack and burn the crying night in twilight churn when I fall in places deep this room I dwell in frozen sleep and there it speaks in twisted tongue soothing dark from twilight sung: “breathe in me the golden eye god and rage deep alibi act of love unholy light bead of dark my second sight spy this world weapon point enemy I will anoint taste my wrath upon thy lips these words of war like water slips and rips the earth cold innocence descent to dust our recompence” I hold this dream beneath the sea and from my mouth withdraw a key into the latch I crack the sun and hide this room from everyone mirror black bolt and lock pitted rust nick and knock silent step watch and wait unholy mind incinerate