Trinity

I Arrive late, reeking of cigars and moonlight wearing a ribald grin too late for sermons, fitfully prepared to commune Finest spirits, offered as libation require only dust, inviolate grope towards altar taste sin-biscuit on tongue ascend to swords of love and done

II Come, Samuel, come Conrad sit upon my tomb for at my birth I killed myself crawling from the womb clouds of steel and ships of flesh awaiting those in sermon accountants queue in every hue like suicidal vermin

III Trust the wind, O roses, flowing in water water, floating on the well of dreams the echo of water, breathes sleep, to sleep, erect a temple on the cliffs, o’erlook the sea lay your soul upon the shore upon the sand you’ll sleep