Ayin Aleph

The Purchase of the Cathedral

Eyes of the wolf nicely licking me,
Dresses of my castle drown themselves.
All that is for love in a Holm Tree.
Green blood transitions foward a dusty Death with hands of Softness.
Spring blackens me.

Stars positioned in the black heart founder.
Sounds of the sexual water thunder.
Bewitched blood of my eyes served in a denudating skyfor you.
And I buy a cathedral.

Crystals of my bold frozen hands.
Snatch teeth to the Ghost of the Wind.
I die in the the Beauty.
It's a glass full of wine's loyalty.
The Mass soliloquizes with royal drowned cathedrals.
I buy your last existence.