Come hallowed high water,
come fire's despair;
let's light this white altar
of solified air,
come hellbent seduction
and flood this dead wood -
attack in attraction
where the altar head stood.

Rise, hellhand electric
and brush me aside
from woods bound in metric
to cloud meadows wide.
I'll lie down no further
on this lightless shelf
for herein lies murder
of one and the self.