Empire Of The Senseless

‘Wait. Don’t tell me. You have a plan, don’t you? Tell me, my love, what are you going to do about the sky? Will you ever look up again? I’m not a baby. You’re not my mommy. I will not worship any part of you that no longer lives inside of me. I will try to come to you. But it will be on my time. No matter what, time must remain with me. I must stay with me.’ I curl up in my bed and stay until the sunset, raised again, stretches over the length of the sky, and falls for the last time. I don’t sleep. I don’t notice the time that has come. I don’t see the time passing by. I only feel my body. I only hear my breath. Victor moves me with melody. I sing. I lean into a force of nature that has been begging of my complete surrender since the day I was born. For years I let a women hold her name. Then I gave my own. Then I gave myself a thousand more. Then she named me. She saw a boy at dawn. She called him a prophet. I saw his reflection in the moon. The heat of his female body begging after the sun let the light of