She slips and falls to ruin on her sword
That once in search of wisdom cut her path and sought
Through malarious fetid wisp-lit mires and
Mirages of the mind so keenly wrought.
This airy prison floats on love of mind
And thought. Keen reason lifts its clouded towers
Aloft beyond the Throne of Dirt of those
That roll in ignorance.
But warriors all who fell will tell
Twas by their own hand was fate dealt.
All weapons forged and fought be lain
Upon their wielder's breast when slain.
Repeat! Repeat! Repeat to madness!
Back to darkest blackest darkness.
Repeat repeat and drill that whirling logic senseless.
Spin until you stagger senseless!
Senseless!
Racing heart pounds out relentless
Over here just out of sight
Where something somewhere dimly glows with fluorescent subterranean light.
Flick your switch, to it attend
By that scarlet lantern lit descend
Into Medusa's lair. She's waiting,
Baiting...
Seductive in her writhing there.
Primeval glare in sharp emittance petrifies to stone all thinking
Coiled snake induced to rise again
To bore a well into your spine and drink deep of the gushing pain.
Drink the sap that pulses forth girl!
Take it deeper! Expose the bone!
Erupting in orgasmic quaking
Lightening smiting down the Tower.
Fuck the pain! This plastic pleasure here and now
Is panacea...
...she feels it deeply as it fades
To faint and mist-veiled recollection
Now lost as if it never was.
Now hazy wistful sad reflection.
Distant shores.
Cold dejection.
Echoes. Tremors. Belated pain.
Legs still raised in skyward gesture
Unknowing as to its true measure
Extra-induced inflamation
Pappess points in benediction.
So was it sacred in its end
When you it smote and laid you bare?
Your desires and shames and secret plans
Your constructs and your fantasy?
Clear for those with eyes that see.
Did you wish upon this shattered star?
Upon your own catastrophe?
These holes she holds,
They hold her fast in shifting arid seas of thirst
And lightly grasps that hollow phantom tight
In empty fingers. Voiceless lips so pursed
To teach a stark and silent screaming lesson.
Listen out for its inception.
Sowed as it was just underneath the field
Death waits on Saturn and its malefic yield.
Such sharp uncomforts stir deep waters,
Whose swelling waves reflect the moon
As soundless words and glyphs emflamed
That shift and linger quick
Then glow in fading gloom.
See them sing and shine unheeded.
They could mean so much to you alone.
Rose tinted fetters chained to deepest blackness.
So lost without that hieroglyphic stone.
Did you ever gaze upon your own face from the pool reflected?
Did the dream so clearly seem as real as dreams can dream-like be?
Whose was that light you saw that shone in eyes of countenance unfamiliar
Inside this moment, shimmering out, the suns light centered in the Living Tree?
No telling can cause the mind to grasp
The etheric form of this so leech-like ghast.
Fed fear for fear to breed and feast
Upon us denser beasts. And us?
Still slaking thirst with sand and razor shards
And taste sweet blood ecstatic as it drips
To suckle darkling cygnets at our chests.
(Such mockery!)
No selfless pelicans are we that feed
Our young from self torn wounds upon our breasts.
