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-stab the wound, repeated blotting-
Puncturing spikes will twist and snap.
Stinging tears will rudely whack
Your bile choking gullet
And smash the skull, biten,
Aching. Fauna brought to thrash
before the dusk's silhouette.
You're taking a cutlet,
That torn muscle's soulless.
These sutures are a cartographer's dream.
The future erupts, it bursts from the seams.
Suspended, helpless, black against the sky.
I can't let it out, I can't let it die.
Surrender.
Why do I fear you if I cannot see you?
There's war in my heart, in my hands...
You, tear out my stomach!
Why do I fear you?
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฆ! ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต!?
Why do I fear you?
Who tells me to fear you?
War... it must abhor me.
-stab the wound, repeated blotting-
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Abandoned Acropolis
06:47
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To my detriment,
I lunge between the panes.
Cast an emerald shadow
Above scattered entrails.
Out from the cement,
The bruised flowers stalk their
Perennial chateau.
You dare become ensnared?
I drag out my temptation.
A solemn chorus sighs,
"Can't you just stop it?"
The wolf seized its soprano, hostile in conviction.
Raising the chalice! Mobile in addiction...
Soak my bleeding garments with the song of the deathblow,
Force the rods through my palm to the elbow.
If the citadel come to me,
Glory be drawn and chalice cast away!
But there's only one feeble plea,
I'm seized by Lycaon,
Fucking splayed.
A solemn chorus sighs,
"Can't you just stop it?"
You dare become ensnared?
These purple speckles and twisting vines...
If I press between the silver clad door's frame,
Maybe he will not find me.
EMERALD GIFT, EMERALD SHADOW
ABANDONED ACROPOLIS
I WILL SLIT MY THROAT TO BE OUT OF THE MARSH
IT WILL BE QUICK
DISREGARD
ABANDON ACROPOLIS
ABANDON EMERALD SHADOW
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Chimeric Trance
05:41
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would I die?
fold it away
I'm soaring away from the night pest
I'm folding away into my chest,
I'm pulling the curtains around the mess
And darning the stone pall headrest.
[I had the intention of telling you directly...]
๐'๐ฎ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ข๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ
๐๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ค ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ
๐๐บ ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ด ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ
so disorderly and scattered
๐๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ค๐ฐ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ง๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ด ๐ข ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ.
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ช๐ข ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ณ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต๐บ
๐ฏ๐ฐ, ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฑ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฐ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ท๐ช๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ
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Empyrean Ice
03:48
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A duvet of glaciers becomes solace.
A blue light becomes thawless.
A blurred winter will bounce off the snow mirror yet,
And spotlight the vein-strung marrionette.
A shadow cross looms over his bed,
Threatens to pull him over the edge,
To sever the flow in a cascading cold snap
And tumble below the empyrean ice crack.
An ephemeral rush crushed in slush,
Through to the rock of Cocytus only to be forced
Abruptly back to the surface.
Construct a crystal statis.
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Velvet Astral Skin
04:46
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Anomie...
I know what I must become!
Purge the command of time from these arms.
Night is my cloak, the hide between harms.
Perching the stag's skull upon my head,
Its might is bespoke, culls fallen dread.
The fang of the deer, caresses my brow,
Stang like my fear, confessed a sly vow.
Veered to a headlight, pulled from the ceiling,
O revered chondrite, obscured from meaning..
Velvet skin!
Silhouette,
I am not lucid.
Velvet astral skin,
Unbound to all humans.
Oh, how I long to be
Tied upon Orion, unwound from connotation.
Anomie,
Shrink into nothing.
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Blood Glazed Corridors
05:57
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Disorientation...
This falsity is impounded,
compressed upon the surface,
Its life spills out,
Stains my stagger,
My purpose.
You seem to spin glee as I stumble on.
What corpse am I seeing in this stall?
Did they drag him to you like this?
Coax him with untold myths?
I finally see your face, painted like blight.
An abode is tainted within your knife.
Each shadow is boxed and ironed out on the anvil,
Each corner is locked and scrying where leads the handle,
Each frozen ember is perculating from those bastard's walls.
The archaic December is composing the Fall.
It's so cold moving towards the flickering exit light,
The folds of walls smoothening to foretell the trick of night.
I know that door is not the way out
But this knife has been quenched,
Sliced on the floor in a single route.
It ends in his descent.
Are you as the raven promised? Among the mountains?
Staring at the eyes of Thanatos?
Nevermore shall each trawling limb screech,
Composure thralls the scalding ichor deep
Within this blood glazed corridor.
Cast my arms alight!
Push these shadows apart.
Nevermore!
๐๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ณ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ณ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ณ.
โโ๐๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ท๐ช๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ,โ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ, โ๐ต๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ณโ
๐๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ.โ
Nothing more...
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[layered improvisations]
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