Stitching Cartaphilus with strychnine sutures (written with the Eccentric Poetess, Crimsin)

fearless in your approach
enter  
dial back the sun  
it's too bright for me...  
 
I speak madness  
I'm fluent in the lunar code  
exceptional in creating myths  
filing down the days in absolution  
 
written in binary is the original stasis  
a mathematical equation illogical in its presentation  
if you figure in the magics of the universe you would perceive the outcome  
 
everything takes breath and is set into motion affecting things great and small---  
throughout the universes  
if you only see the three dimensional  
you are already locked in this dimension  
the illusion is only as great as your mind allows  
 
the planet Earth a spacecraft  
shape-shifting in the galaxies  
shine down you crazy diamond  
 
inception  
   in  
    the arch of providence  
 
I knew it was you  
the northwest diamond  
    glittering  
   through the  
          sabbatic aether  
       
crucifying  
my mnemonic grimace  
for my Golgotha penitentiary  
     serves  
   Belial’s blueprint  
 
and  
 
          I would gaze ~  
like a sheltered  
       pariah  
a oxymoron savant  
 
at the billion nictating dreams  
seeping from you __  
    veiled 'neath ethereal welkin  
 
was I only trancing  
  the trace of you intrinsic pulse  
 
when  
   I savored parts of you  
'til my glossa  
      bared your name  
 
      and I became  
a halcyon petrel  
      pulled from your beaded rib  
 
————gestation————  
 
   anele  
    I sipped your plangency  
 
my dermis recoiled  
     
the thump  
    responded to your hum  


and I swear...  
 
            I swear  
            I found me  
     in you,  
 
mending  
   your bleeding cathedral  
          I curse Bathala  
    I...  
purge  
     napalm gospel  
  into the womb  
of Alpha Centauri  
 
in this offshoot  
        utero  
           
a Fênix  
          nurses  
        at the breast  
              of Lilith  
 
I found the oculus  
       of my chi  
   in the macrocosm of you  
 
the briolette dust from her iris  
    found my aching breath  
 
I was sold  
 on the curl of her lips  
the quiver in her exhale  
crystalline and haunting  
as chiseled malignancy  
and  
I hungered  
    for that  
rapture  
 
    nestling in the rojo valley  
of my scapula  
 
and ~  
 
I can see through  
every nano eon  
of her depth  
 
aesthetically  
  uncloaked anima  
 
bury me,  
   in your Gethsemane  
 
la corrente errante  
 
mia bella stella  
costellazione Eridani.