Tropical Malady
by Das Oath· from Das Oath (11" S/T)
There is no uncomplicated
Down in front
Under this tomb's inward arches
Beyond sunset and dawn
I am safe from living
And always falling
I claw at the empty air
I feel the nothing of your embrace
I will never plummet
When there is always land to fail me
Long after that otherness has been
Exhaled Vr (*sp?) and over
Horizon's ramparts
I crawl back to the recurring burial
Which parrots what I do, what I did