The far-bleeding rose of Paradise (English version) (Patreon)

XIX

The far-bleeding rose of Paradise

In a bone cathedral…

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, 

alongside the coursing juice of the present tense 

Burning water, 

Liquid fire

And some miraculous day, 

We waltz to mad moonlit trances flowing with sweet delight,

dimensionless a cold, invisible نقطة of pain,

that tells me yes,

my life is done in ecstasy