Echoes of Up and Down

To Lucifer my conscience treks a path
Down upward spirals built in temple’s hull
Such lullabies of orchards are his wrath
What harvest’s feed spurs echoes of the skull?
Do I walk back and back across the seed?
Plentiful with their bewildered light’s star
And I, the gardener tempted by need
Throw careless handful at soils endless scar
In a theoretical where is up?
For I swirl a revolved product again
Directionally paralyzed mix up
this great bed, a flesh, felt like acids hot rain
But, like infinity I am not scale
So I, alone, staggered, walk this trail.