Initiate

In the age of winter
fried up in a bath of butter
here we shiver and slumber
for no one knows how long
a diamond glitters
because we've seen too many blast
and blast
and blasting is all they ever
seem to do

come with me
I say to an empty table
not to chairs or airs
but to the lack of sustenance
we can go together
into the lacking
black matter attacking
peeling me through

even in a blue-sided moon
the humbled form
of anything to remember
but nothing to request
takes to lacking soon so soon so soon
parchment peeling out of me
all too joyful to incinerate
And I stumble through the ceiling
life's perpetual initiate