How…?

when sunsets die in
lonely thunders
we loosen chaos blind
to wander
on voices of perpetual red
pouring in a roar
of summer lost…
how can we drink tomorrow
with its twisting
truths and troubles?
a spleen and stain for
all the wicked loves
we carve on poisoned eyes
heartless, in the unknown…
how can we sing the hour
monochrome, profane,
in a chapel desolated
reaching for the skies?
spill the vague perfume
of memories corrupted
and hail a dream
of passion tortured
in its own nakedness…
how can we bleed art
breathing embers
when the heart shaped
tear supreme
is no longer
a dancing lion?
strangers to the timid candle
melting with the souls
of priests and lovers,
we burst no gardens
on smiles asleep…
How can we embrace a
Solar flare in madness,
become a grain of paradise
if we remain
a glimpse of tragedy?