still from theo angelopomous film voyage à cythere

voyage à cythere

oncoming flames

obey
omens

matter manufactures
roar

cry
come to cage

whisper
with condemned

man
is a chasm

crashing against another
beginning & end

down to earth
down
to centre of earth

blind
& bound

register tears

start
another arrangement

ends
of world

pull close

too close

colliding in shadow

flee towards east

flee towards south

flee towards north

west wretched
wind

blowing blast
beautiful & brutal

dark chilling rains
begin to fall

birds of prey
gather suns

gaze
when wounded

winds coming close

share
with shadows

hold tightly cord
wherever beyond

chart waters
caught in current
clear

go further

hell
specific geography

walk
down
valley below
below
beloved

remember glance

weep waves

turn
to count

go
down so slow

night
into night

face
pressed into granite

tears trace

so serpent sings
storm
of fire

tongue hanging out
wandering in black
rain

heading north crying
for help
howl
name
near coast

collect fishermen's bones
funeral pyre
beloved

sing another song
wolves quiet
quivering in corner

guests ghouls
inhale ice

judgement day
done deal
l

burning
bodies to cinder

still standing
up
or down

twigs in teeth

scraps of skin

scraps of skin
beloved

time
entering time

ride
night now
into village
near coast
two towns
bear name

forget route

time gone

veins still

howl until hoarse
make out word

sheets of skin
fall
to bottom
of sea

breath by breath
hear sound solemn

close mouth
of ghosts

go
down
another circle
in great fall
of flesh

remember burning bed

torn pages
burning
blue flame

bridge of dead
burned black
skins bursting

bodies
of broken glass

corpses
carried by current
to sea

river
not flowing water

stream of drifting
burned bodies
night knew
man melts

hold lamp

go on

touch
soil or sea

everything evaporates

come with chalice
run
with horsemen

come
overwhelmed by omens

grasp reeds
closer to circle

empty pages written
by absence

remember eating glass

mouth
full of rope

climb time
with tongue

clay
charnel house

drifting dead
choke crevasses

:

corpses crushed
at feet

drift
particular
dance

eden empty

circle within circle

age into age

Ice
corpses crushed
at feet

drift

come this way
again

again
lost

chart chafes
such skin

as possessed
in pyre

Christopher Barnet

Christopher Barnet

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