ELYSIUM

Come thine way
Into my burning heart,
Thousand suns blaze
Mowing scythe deep
Raving my rampant heart

I knew thine encumbrance
That hitch at my impurity,
Maw my lips
To my silent orifice
Agape I stand winnowing time

Surfeiting with excess faith
I back my folded hands
Cloying upon moment
With disgrace, and
Utter shame of unbecoming

My terrace have, but
One lonely moon
To look
Into these howling nights;
An elysium to beck my mound