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...UNDER SYZYGY WAS OUR SARABANDE MACABRE
All stains beneath tongue of tempest, horizons fall
O’ lavish life, rueful lot from wickedness reprieved
Like a tree in which insects may linger and gnaw
Well away and woe is me, that I ever beckoned thee
Thy limbs enthroned by vast serpents oroborous
‘Neath scarlet tress of golden bone wreath
Thine sweet embrace, polished sinews by wear
The sun that is ever blinded ‘till Heaven clears
Apex, zenith
Pinion of thy awakening
Echoed in the renaissance of plague fields
And chambered in the kaleidoscope
Your walls hath crumbled now
In dusk colours, lucid forms
Where drapery falls in place
Ephemeral tides, effigurate lunar glaciers
Capturing the vein of cognizance
This elocation from my prelude
Eclipse me in your tender benevolence
Amidst suffocating void
Roundhouse of our suffering
Now is thy mouth prevented
For Death has closed it
Of what far waters upon unknown land
A tapestry
Fabric of the void landscape
That starless abstract
Where once lost within paradox
Thy fruit found within paradise
Anatomy of my icyclic resolve
Witch choir sings like pillars of thunder
Pouring messages of death beyond
Once painted walls now flesh petals fallen
In this tomb of pigmentation scoured
Danse macabre
Upon wings of tatters, sarabande
Bled dry this heart, by lips of lovers
In their efflorescence
Nectareal mute whispers churning
Of petrichor from hiraeth mourns
Glassy walkway on night’s ceiling
Where carousel spins nought
Evenfall of universal sobriety
My tears fall
So echoes the ghost of my memories
Crystal droplets swimming in pools frozen
My dismay at these didactic swirls
From whence all my fears are wrought
Now, strip’t the moon from periphery
As I surge into ophidian daydreams
I am…
Martyr of the nebula
Chalice from Saturn rings, dripping over
Oddity of celestial discordance
I could dance on these black waters eternally
On chariots of glistening reprisal
Colossus gathering all wicked devotion
My will to smolder and decay
Instilled beneath those crumbling arms
Unframed canvas where madness is my brush
Astral magnanimity
The rift beckons, I shant smear
Unshackled feet from earthen prison
In radiant motion, cosmic elation
I hath been witness to woven infinities
My breath stolen, I take thy hand
Sear my hand with thy vicious love
Maelstrom, magnificent
Coalesced dead hands kissed by syzygy
Wherein I could drift forever
Curator, I can hear them
The children of the sun
I am ready
Published 19th Oct 2016
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