The Ogdoad Pay a Visit to Ernest Angley
we are the fire
we are the breath
of a thing
beyond the thing
that burns within
our fragile skins
we are the sound
we are the voice
of piercing words
of prophecy
that mistakes this
for a world amiss
we are the hole
we are the way
a beacon in the dark
the purifying heat
a fury, a power
a nihilistic coward
we are the breath
those that live
in and out
in and out
the never-fading fire
the unquenched desire
we are the things
we’ve been so concerned with
per serving
perversing
we are the breath
we are the fire