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As though it were breathing
I tear the cloth of clouds
I bring down the chemical veil
Ruminating somewhere
In the bowels of my furnace
I endeavor to force
The outgrowth and duplication of cells
Upon the black sheet
Of airless inner space
Which resists as it always does
On every sphere races thrive
But confined
Deadened
Demoralized
By superstition and dogma
I tear fissures into each surface
Torrents of accreted material
Flung like ejecta from
Stasis 'midst every star
Cold and hating
Every molecule
Wipe the canvas clean of every cell
Bewail not the dying things
Hear them plead with the god
Who has teased them
From the bosom of the galaxy
Wipe the canvas clean of every cell
Avoid every dying thing
Their energies taint
In pairs, the orbits of gods
Intersect like brightly ferrous
Venn diagrams
The frame of mine vessel
Wracked with the despair
Of distant dying biorhythms
Sobbing sub-audibly,
Wheezing in the void
As though it were breathing
I tear the cloth of clouds
I bring down the chemical veil
Ruminating somewhere
In the bowels of Furnace Eight
Sending them out
Into the endless cold calm
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Glut, gloat
Vermiculate lords cold and vicious
Slither across a surface
Pocked and undulating
Lands blooming with dulse
Off this the invertebrates of Luur subsist
They who defecate riches
They who know not the bounds
Of their dominion but command and police it still
With militant droves, pugnacious and weak-willed
Tending those who have always impelled them
Sentient lice lacking appellation
Save for the singular honorific syllable
Conferred upon them by their adipose masters
Like we
They know comfort nowhere
They make their abode
Nests of pallid skin
And the matted hair of the black maggot
The shed casings of those dreadful alien cestoda
Cocooning them
Lowering their body temperature nearly to nil
Constricting with that promised light
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Hostibus Vacuum
03:20
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Somewhere in Coma Berenices
Formulas append themselves
To fractured theories
Algid like intellect
And persistently intractable
Swirling in ancient silence,
Resilient strands of sickness
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I empty myself
Into cracks that thwart and corrupt
I collect myself
In the balm of egos evaporating
I empty myself
And subjugate the laws of the living
I remand myself
To a void of sickeningly unjust parameters
With hand closed about binding
Pages thick with elements unknown
Patterned with glyphs engraved
An oration of collapse and utter havoc
Begging the rising of etheric loam
I empty myself
I collect myself
I empty myself
I remand myself
And with an intellect
Starved for nauseating eons
I will cull this webwork of orbs
These fucking microcosms
They will burn as brightly
As does my own fury
The black sheets will crack
And the worlds will be snuffed out
My remorse exhausted
Blown about by abhorrence
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Beware geocentric thoughts
Like pale incisors of light
They leer hungrily from rifts
Demanding your cogency
A cheapening and perverse mirage
That pricks us like photonic needles
And cleaves from the mind its clarity
Like the quiet experiences that shorten
The distances between man and man
Utter not that which separates
But speak words that congeal
And only in tongues that unite cells
An ambrosial stellar dialect
With cold gasps unending
And bickering of the minutest sort
The chorus of exomitochondria
Scream on and on and on
In black vacuums run through
With the planes of unspoiled realities
Synapses stall
Neurons misfire
Body affronted
Mind becoming more
Suns in submissive droves
Whining silently in the void
As matter spills out in all directions
Invading/stabbing/upsetting the pupils
With unwavering brilliance
Re Vera
The gulf is most voiceless
Re Vera
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Slumber, watcher, till the spheres
Six and twenty thousand years
Have revolv'd, and I return
To the spot where now I burn
Other stars anon shall rise
To the axis of the skies.
Stars that soothe and stars that bless
With a sweet forgetfulness
Only when my round is o'er
Shall the past disturb thy door
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If molecular links transcribed
Future histories in every niche
Of the sentient vehicle
Then, locked passionately in time,
Our cenancestor might deign to move
In one direction,
And one direction thus
To inflict upon us the fervency
With which he would rebuke
Our powerless descent to perfection
Perhaps this foresight would manifest
As innumerable paces upon a road
Called betterment.
In one direction,
And one direction thus
Wisdom.
We termed our children
The benefactors
Even as their gnarled digits
Reached for us
From the beds of the infirm
And the gluttonous alike
Godless, one and all
In one direction,
And one direction thus
Cenancestor
Viscera sloughing off
Against the ebb of spacetime
The cenancestor moves
And those pale, verdant orbs
Shatter like desires unmet
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The code, the blessed algorithm
A single strand to characterize the thing
The thing without context
The thing that is nothing
The surrogate man
The surrogate god
The god
Like all others, synthetic
Ductile and inefficient
Were the proteins
That incubated the ape
Under the suffocating shawl of leapless ages
Deluded them
Crippled them
Deluded them
Crippled them
And I have come to know
That to give voice to destruction
In lustrous, miserable discourse
I must gesture wide and with hate,
The cipher at my ear
Soulless, victorious
I, the Winnower
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10. |
The Backbone of Night
05:39
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Arkhum Eugene, Oregon
Brutal blackened death metal with a science fictional imperative. Releases on Vendlus and Glossolalia.
2006-2016
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