Jeff Clark

 

In my rotted missal, a Memorare:

Flared by white I fly to you, to you do I go, within you do I live, sphere to your orbit, around you do I heave, tide to your piling, despise not my wish, squid to my squall, to kill you, sinful and sorrowfuil, orbit to my sphere, despise not my Want, Amen, until ends, to return you to fields, to return you to potential, O probable ending bed