The far-bleeding rose of Paradise X2 (Patreon)

Mine eyes spin down and up.

The endless night passeth through us,

cleansing us of the thorns

wherewith the day doth pierce us.

Flashes of gold, purple, and tin.

The crystal poureth forth,

and the salt of the sea enshroudeth

the blue sapphire

unto the farther side of tomorrow.

Parallel lymphatics, 

Bone cathedral,

alongside the speeding juice of the present tense 

burning water, a liquid fire

Special thanks for helping me compose a new short poem