Liturgy
Antigone II
I grew within this frozen town
Encoding memories of stems
I made at home

I found a glade inside my hand
I grabbed the clouds and with my knees
I crushed the pyre

O mirror with no stand

Serrating everything
Frustrated enclosure
Your slopes glide through the floes
I skin the murdered foals
We set the price of coal
The Akhal Tekes moan

Take my praxis
To the bank
I curl around the crystal rake

O mirror of divorce
O polder of collision
Flagrant subterfuge is clutching its sidе
Paywalls enclose the virgin bridе
Oh shadow of what never was
But seems to have been
And to have been lost...
You've done your job

I blow
My angel's robe
To the crooked road