I contain multitudes.

For the soul that would kneel and rend the veil—

I come to desecrate the silence

The air smells of centuries the perfume of forgotten gods bound in gold.

I feel the hum of secrets sealed in the bones of saints

They cage ecstasy. half-choked I whisper it the doctrine flesh

I fuck ideas until they confess.

I take communion from forbidden texts,

my tongue laced with heresy

It is hunger. For mystery. For meaning.
For ruin.