Who, if I cried out, would hear me amongthe angels?"I know the answer:no...

Who, if I cried out, would hear me among
the angels?"
I know the answer:
no one.
Tell me: from where does love come?
An angel is sitting on my face. To whom can I run?
Take me in your arms, death,
I'm so scared;
do anything to me that will make me safe
while I kick my heels and shout out in total fear,
while we hurtle through your crags
to where it's blacker:
Orpheus' head eaten by rats,
what's left of the world scatters,
in the Lethe the poet's hairs,
below where there's no ground, down
into your hole, because you want me to eat your sperm. Death. I know.
"Every angel is terrifying."
Because of this, because I have met death,
I must keep my death in me,
gently,
and yet go on living.
Because of this, because I have met my death,
I give myself birth.
Remember that Persephone
raped by Hades
then by him brought
into the Kingdom of Death
there gave birth
to Dionysius.
You were the terrorized child,
Mother,
Now be no more.
Requiat in pacem.
Tell me: from where does love come?
"Emerging at last from violent insight
"Sing out in jubilation and in praise."
to the angels who terrified away the night.
Let not one string
of my forever-child's heart and cunt fail to sing.
Open up this body half in the realm of life, half in death
and give breathe.
For to breathe is always to pray.
You language where language goes away.
You were the terrorized child,
Mother,
Be no more.
Requiat in pacem