One heartbeat rips
The spiral scar
The spiral breeze

I grant my lips,
The spiral greed
In all my praise, with all my trust

I swear my claim in a crest of rain,
And a column of radiant desire
My gloss forlorned, my play of horns
And the music of sweet fire

The mourners they weep,
Thought greets the feathered King
The veil of rot now sings:

"For in the beautiful insane, lies the Equinox scarred
With souls of flies and spiral hearts
Yes, it is I Glowing in your hand
With all grace of hell, marbelled in sand"

The serpent leaps to face
The quest of flesh and bone
And to reap this spiral tone