Somnambulent

In the calm of night
A quick thrust while
I lay on my bed dreaming
Chiseled marble dripping
Candles, wax and smoke
And clearing mist:

To cool shadows
In acerbic delight
A burning sensation, the
Ache of sight; I am
Roasting my fingers in solid
Flame:

Old flames bubbling on the Male-
Bolge: slime-green bubbling muck and redding
Hands below the surface stroking
Corpses’ nails’ sharp scraping like the tapping and a grinning
Skull, face; eyes as white as
Teeth, sharp scisors, shredded
Fibers and the sockets’ darkling glass

(Like the unfailing) glimmering crowned
In the midnight sky, among the setting
Pleiâdes and the murmured moans
Of lying alone (dog-star’s light.)