Obsidian Tongue moonroom

Live in night - perceive the rings beyond men
lay for days until they all settle again
forgetting flesh - awareness shifts to the trees
lunar glow: surrender to unite with him
I see my bones deatomize
brain turns to gas and goes
I fill the space with the rays
Sustain this blessing
Hades fires peripheral - I am between the plains
Man again, forced to resume enemy form
hope the equilibrium has changed
did any detestable thought suffocate in the leaves?
Never made it back inside, when the hole closed again?
The moonroom needs kin to live on
The lunar hum growing fainter now
Thin now - life forms bridging beast and sky
As a creator I have mere remains
Was I born to bury phantom births of the Moonroom??
Conception marred by ancient order - the serpent deemed such unity unallowed
With body as a chapel and mortal trials a sky
I forge constellations with mummified remains