unless –

here in the hurting terror of your eyes

lies the secret to my infamy – nights

unseeded and virile

explode in Calumny and Derision; we

who are thoughtless divide

and conquer our own intentions to arrive at

the gates of Inquisition; we

are bleeding whole bullets of desire, our

musty bones shallow

with dew and Regret – it is here, in

this Unkempt silence that

we attain the freedom of our Fears, a hot

incision cauterized and pulsing

in our hearts --