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Aether
05:23
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burnt incense drops as falling stars
blood pools in stagnant veins
never closer:
the distance between a soul and its existence
the growing chasm
between corporeal and abstruse
seeing the eternal nature
tessellating filigree spills across mind
unfolding comprehension of fractals through entropy
thoughts become as magnetic waves
pulsing ceaselessly across dimensional planes
recall existence’s source
receive from infinitely branching pathways of consciousness
with a quiet mind and ear set to floor hear the voices of spirits
or the surface of the earth as it scrapes across stars
relinquish self to the perpetual buffeting of the aether
you are a god who would weep among cosmos
feel name on tongue
as it echoes through undone reality
remembering the metallic taste
of an interminable premortal life
continually gazing at the heavens
travel using the weight of being
return to above
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there is a valley
a modest sequestered glen
inaccessible, yet begs for a witness
pastoral, overgrown with trees
nourished by the corpse of a long-deceased god
inhabiting deserts
enamored by temporal majesty
existing in an unraveling braid
distance ebbs as we dissect and feel
moments fleeting more rapidly than the earth outside
uncertainty leaves us in the past
revisiting tombs, retreading paths
sorrow spreads
it binds as you tremble
fingers entwined, humans need to be lead
I see this as a vane attempt to further self
to drift among eternity
eyes look to the space between
where sun rejects the summit
residual trails of intention
observing echoes of thoughts not had
look on twisting lattice
living in stagnant timelessness
pulling at imagined threads
make contact with divine
in pursuit of meaninglessness
irretrievable fragmentation of soul
contentment found through self hatred
invaluable wisdom depreciates
concussive glances incite accord
buried beneath a life of iniquity
a life of misery
deconsecration
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Dagger
03:21
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unsheathed in invitation to your end
a meager offering to appease ancestral shame
guided toward the apse
stained windows cast light onto suspended pillars of dust
recite gestures to supplicate the cross
in futile means to elevate self to the ranks of gods
prophetic mouthpiece for the ancient ones
communing with idols locked in empty rooms
blade salutes bone in archaic liturgy
nape of the neck beckons kiss of a cleaver
forged iron through skin travels ever inwardly
spilt blood to ensure a legacy
what good is this ritual
without an unbroken blade
what use is an altar
in the midst of apostasy
a needlessly sacrosanct
gem encrusted dagger
with implications grander than could be conceived by man
the dampened screams of loss
the agony of life
the weight of time
reach forth into the nothingness
hands clasp in esoteric rites
ascending past bone, blood, and misery
beholding magnificent visage of light
plunge hand deep into ocean
grope for unholy serpentine life
palms slide over gills as water fills lungs
clutch flesh as existence is torn from you
What purpose holds a sacrifice
without an unbroken blade
what use is a physical altar
once every soul exists as one
a needlessly sacrosanct
gem encrusted dagger
consecrated by the blood of humankind
the dampened screams of loss
the agony of life
a fleeting glimpse of the face of god
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Pale Wax
05:14
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as the wounded deer finds home in the dead leaves and soil below
knotted roots and dried needles lay beneath departing warmth
look out onto a vast and golden sea
watching as all time repeats continually
the passing swell of betrayal brings relief found in novel finality
a complete loss of purpose
well-meant intentions feed blossoming hubris
pearlescent structures adorn the firmament overhead
the soul spills out from form and falls forward
pale wax runs down the length of the candle
its the burst cyst of a leper
its the sweat off a liar’s brow
Why should there not exist invisible worlds?
to project our souls into collected misery
it's the spirit of god or the flame that burns in the throat
extinguishing light
perpetually blaspheming
sinking inward
ouroboric ritualism
all bodies will shed
all bodies will consume
dried wax has pooled at the base of the candle
its flame no longer illuminates this room
the twisting smoke has long since departed
as have the spirits who once resided there
water settles
and soaks through sediment
it nourishes life
and erodes this miserable planet
we’ll do this forever
this all repeats again
you pray it will end
but it never will
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Telestial World
01:29
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