Rail of Moon, A Stone - Illimitable Dolor

Black sun burning down and east, her milk and blood alone

Knows the egg nilotic white, like wax or beauty dies

Passes soil a breath a crawl, of color bed or moon

Noise and voice and like a corpse, beloved her shade bird

Good or easy shield a heart, gubedo water cold

Burning sweet by tasting life, in death by honey stone

Army lovers sword the search, for mountain tones a stone

Inside her vestigial lily, fragments a face of day

Rising in the anxious sky, a comet dies or shines