Olive And Pearl Poem by Iam notThou

My brother holds his missing eye outstretched in his palm
With this hideous stare like a bruise on a pearl
While he runs towards the line, rich with aplomb
Your sweet name on his lips as they rise and curl
My sister holds her crumbling bone up like a scepter
As if to open the sky like some glorious wound
That rains royal blood sucked by holy attesters
My sister, shouts orders with a hand on her womb
And wailing bells on a tulip's stalk glisten
Shrieking trumpets sprout with melody blasting
Snow hatted musicians yearn not but to listen
Kiss sweetly their horns and break the long fasting
When the vines plucked deep from cracks in the dust
Cut into thorned halos adorned by the angels
Strings of rain tickle the tree tops of lust
Outside the castles and their deafening gables

Eurydice listens to her lover's lute's whispers
But her lover's in love with a soft-skinned spectre
The devil holds her hand on the staircase to rapture
And was the precious sight worth the cruel capture?

My mother found a ring buried down in the sand
Plastered with rust and the names of lost sinners
When the men had come with bright golden bands
She threw herself onto the web of the Spinner
My father grows grapes in God's holy vinyard
Pressed into wine, stains rise to his knees
Preaches to nobles, cures sin with thin words
His daughter's eyes shut as she sucks on a peach
Fruit trees grow low to the ground for a reason
Hanging branches create prisons for the blessed
The roots hold to bones buried by the seasons
What's writ on the leaves reads, 'I did not kill them'
When the boiling water rolls over the seeds
She tends them in hands held tight to her chest
Her eyes shine like olives as green as the sea
And quicken the pulse beneath father's breast

If brilliance lifts thee from oblivious mire,
Whose son feather-light embraces the pyre
What loses are found through ecstatic desire?
They are in the last words of the riant flier:

'I see God on the inside of my eyelids'