The golden mean

In the mid winter
When the cold whispers
Decaying flesh splintered
Become one-
The I.

Virtuous amendments
Taunts the rotten
To unite.

With feral desire
The beheading of hydras
Resurrects the beast
Eight limbs, two heads
One dream.

The endless bleeds
rivers to inhume us
Carnage proliferates
and waits-

The golden mean-
Combustion
Cold, order, calmness
Peace.