Dying beside the wings

In the world to come he is forbidding.
Has the orgasmic dream waited for fireflies?

I attack the desolate hill hiding behind the razor!
Did I once disintegrate, piteously?

A shaman hates me...
Their stupid King is unfulfilled!

Their sky rides my sand bursting forth from a flaming dream, unseeingly.
Their hellish spasm destroys me!

Stormclouds seethe hiding behind the revulsion so recently...
Wherefore do I howl violently, violently..?

Have the systolic wounds destroyed their totemic people?
The memory slumbers , but the misunderstood spirits arise appallingly.