Our Fall
Thursday, 11 December 2008 at 20:04
We come stumbling into communion
To sate our lust, can we divine the season
Our destinies are tempered by
A dichotomy of red on mortality
Autumn bark laid bare
In the internal confessional
Released from a life of Maya
My pious devotion make you beautiful
Am I to be your fallen messiah
You know I conquered the moon through you
Every curl is a stronghold of ecstasy
History’s tears are merely mourning dew
A film that pauses at you