"Degeneracy" by Sara Holopainen

If we could surrender the repulsion of our flesh

we could be made of yearning and forgetfulness

If the timber of death’s voice did not frighten us so

we could float like dust in air and fall like the snow

And if sex did not render us mad with beauty and grief

we could love without worship and fall back asleep

A starlit sky once called my name

Praise annihilation and we are one again

The moss on a tree never did sing of pain

Only death with the sun and growth in the rain

Eden made me restless, so I surrendered my place

I cracked the Orphic egg and begged for holy grace

If the waning moon ever fades from your skin

My love, ad nauseam, will take hyssop to my sin