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[“Within the Lithic Cathedral,” K. T.]
Forces more ancient than flesh grind under their own weight… Upheaving the stones and then flooding the remainder; there are other tombs yet to be unbaptized; there are other specters that have yet to sleep; there are other dreams yet to be haunted – it is this secret in which the serpent cloaks itself, the serpent whose form is as the Reaper’s sickle.
Where shadows never grow and never recede but are Where whispers echo across faces barren
Whence comes the thunder that splits the horizon? Whence comes the hooves upon the face of the deep, the divisions between all directions? No more; no more will we inhale the poison!...
[“Within the Lithic Cathedral” reprise]
Frozen lithic bones embrace stale air Cloven mythic stones all face frail stair Crawling amidst pitch darkness, amidst these blindnesses… In the palaces of woe Ascetic flesh memories, hollow skull evocations
Within those eyeless sockets Between those ancient walls The serene river unveils the path The way that flows down… down…
All that was has become as dust upon the scales; and when our bones are there, and all we’ve done, our good deeds and our sins – winds will blow that shake even the ground, and sweep even our very names into nothing!
I am not dead! Yet I am hearing these words – Death is all around me, and dancing amidst whom he will soon claim, he will soon claim…!
Crawling amidst pitch darkness, scraping, crawling… I have found, at last, the abyss at the very heart And here, I have dug the graves In shadows lightless, stone vault above Walls carved by stale waters Where the streams vanish forever Where no traces of life linger And hear! – “I have dug the graves”
The light has fallen into, upon me –
I am ascended upon the old stream
That pours the radiance through sight, And flows down, down…
Into, upon me
Fiat umbra
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Slit throat baptism
False resilience is the catafalque of the end;
A thousand years without even a whisper
Murmuring of corpse voices not present
I will not believe the promises spoken through tongueless mouths –
An arrow whose pain is undeniable;
A prophecy whose call cannot be denied –
Dine upon the horn of plenty now
It is a womb soon to be barren
Within the tunnel’s vortex Yearning fingers beckon Waters writhe within skull Groaning stones breaking… Smoldering within the crater of an unburied tomb; Specters mourn, freed of their bones Shaken free even of their names!...Yearning for joy, for pain – Set free from breath, set free from thirst, pining in aeons – Only in dissolve will we be free But still the climb, still the descent… Knuckles bleed upon the ghost’s ladder
Sacred, the swallowing
Fingernails splinter upon the stones Circles within these hours, within these pinings But still the climb, still the descent…
There is a lake at the depths of the darkness Where dead souls go to die again They wash themselves in its waters & at last forget their names They try to play the music, or sing the songs they knew in life Only to realize their hands are useless upon the strings Their voices choke on unknown language & their families, then, are strangers to them & finally, even speech is impossible for want of words & thus begins the journey into the tunnels From the lake Begins the journey into the tunnels… The Swallowing Darkness provides the path…
Enveiled in silence
One day we’ll be what they are…
Plunged in this ocean
Shadow without a horizon…
Mother Death embrace me
Lull me into your sleep…
Forsaking
Death’s harvest yet to reap
Death’s harvest yet to reap
Force aching…
Numberless though thy teeth are in the convex of night Still I see your roots in all things & All things meant to die For thou art the Witherer
The deep beckons, & within, the last fall…
Saliva anointment at the foot of the Serpent
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[I have found, at last, the abyss at the very heart
Where no traces of life linger
All is void, and within it, silence…
All is swallowed
All is shadow]
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Solar Collapse Mandala
07:16
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The flame that devours is the same flame that you inspire
Collapsing sun throttles its own throat, tears open its ribs and plays the song of the dying.
Within the abyss known (only) to the broken:
SILENCE
Husk filled now only with wind
SILENCE
No grave left empty
SILENCE
Winding through the tranquil sea
SILENCE
About all the primordial fires
Shining primordial form
The circle of ages
And the stars fade
Born and dead and diffused…
You are there, the devourer of all graveyards
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[ I – Despair ]
IMITATE
The dance of all that came before
INGRATIATE
The favor of the final image…
INSATIATE
The appetite of the mouth of death…
SALIVATE
Every tongue of flame consumes in hunger
Burning away the flesh Screams lost in katabatic winds Whipping skin from bone Begging for return… The pit open in legs of night Faceless specters throttling past…
Myriad limbs grasp wildly and flailing Suffocated by this nightmare, by this darkness – Impaled through fingers ripping open the sky, And flooding even its most unknown depths… Within a wall-less darkness, The cold stars upon the stillness All is void, and within it, silence…
I am home…
& the stone of its birth: Open the legs. Open the womb. Grasp at the harp. The heavens, consume.
Soul of suns. Solar ashvamedha. I see you, now. Your mouth is cosmic fire. Your hooves resound in the skies. Your urine is the rain.
[ II – Praises ]
“Promise me”
“I SWEAR I WILL WORSHIP”
“Upon my dying body”
“I SWEAR I WILL WORSHIP”
“Promise me”
“I SWEAR I WILL WORSHIP”
“Upon my fist clenched in death’s throes”
“I SWEAR I WILL WORSHIP”
“Promise me”
“I SWEAR I WILL WORSHIP”
“Upon my closing eyes”
“I SWEAR I WILL WORSHIP”
“Promise me”
“I SWEAR I WILL WORSHIP”
“Upon my tomb”
“I SWEAR I WILL WORSHIP”
[ III – Oblivion ]
I remember now – as worms amongst the dirt, and worms amidst the flies, and flies amidst the leaves, and leaves amidst the wind, and wind amidst the mountains, and mountains amidst the sky, and sky amidst the heavens, and heavens amidst the lightless sea, and the lightless sea amidst the Serpent…
All that was
All that is
Shall fade from us… Fade from us…
Say goodbye
All is swallowed
All is shadow
Drift in the Mother’s milk of the night river
We are all here
We are all together
Your eyes, your eyes, smeared with the blackest ink of every night
Shadow without a horizon
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