May I wear you this night nAs we marvel at our death nI would wane within your art nAs you would become me nnLike ashes circling the pyre nWith virtues of the seraphim nWhile prancing indifferently nAmid the devil's fingers nnThe sun, the moon nOur garments of glee and distress nIn their wake we are born dying nVoicing insignificance nnAwake with me into glacial skies nAs the earth below lies August nShould time be meek we may drink nOf oceans of ageless silence nnThe north is unfurling nIt's presence welded on us nLatent - a monument nAmid ethereal bosoms nnWe kneel in tragedy on tundra nThis barren skin nAiling slaves to the word nWithin the rigid commandment of woe nnShackles corrode lesions nIn the morning regions nWhere the pores expose nBeneath a cynical host nnDesigns of irony nRaped and bereft of all nIn a sigh of ephemeral room nAnd eternal baptism of fire