Like Flakes of Rust

servants of nil forlorn
drowned in self-compassion
wretched asserters of reason
enslaved in imprisoning space
restoration of the order to withstand ordinary fears
reaching divine - pure in essence by turning the inside out

discovering the beauty of the dead
on the threshold to a recent freedom
passing through the hearts of flames
worse and wilder than every fire

known forms suspending
alteration of the profane
light breath of redemption
suffocates the lungs of entropy