Metatron
By Toni Rotin
I am all lights
all comely lights
now covered in soil
I set in the darkness of your floors
The gates of humanity
bring me back to purity
I become small
I become all
I’m writing your name
as a souvenir for the weak
to seek a beautiful lie
for one’s heartbeat
But now full of desire
they call in your presence
for an eternity of ecstasy
In damnation
their punishment is love
their nourishment is love
I rather be a fallen one
