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Holocene Eyes
05:25
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Holocene Eyes
Hunter grips the sharpened flint,
breathing slowly, broken ribs.
Waiting in the cold night's air,
a shiver running down his spine.
Glaciers shifting across red horizons.
An hourglass spinning in empty space.
Straw dogs trampled
under feet of clay,
love is blood and moonlit trails
rising from the blackened deluge;
wings of fire in misted grey.
It's time, come around at last,
the silent blink of an onyx eye.
Kaldrbítr waits in a shadow land,
wintertide brings the end of a cycle.
Futile fury in your eyes,
dances there until it dies.
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Laburnum
04:17
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Laburnum
The rose closes
the clouds move swiftly
and blue becomes silvered
when the dusk writhes
towards me.
Watch the laburnums sway,
their flowers falling,
their golden chains
calling us to sleep
in their poisonous shade.
In the cold afterglow
my heart shall sink into
the winterland
to spite the angels.
Slowly wandering
outside myself,
fragmenting into
atoms of grey.
The light intensifies
behind your eyes.
The rose closes,
the laburnums fall.
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Remains of Manentia
04:54
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Remains of Manentia
On the edge of the wilderness
he crouches, looking outward,
looking inward, weighing up the ruins
and the emptiness.
Waiting for the war drums,
waiting for the cries
at the end of all things
he sits in despair,
blink away the snow,
embracing the wind
waiting for etenity.
The eventual submersion
of thrones grown in conceit.
Their material minds
bound to the lake's bed,
drowned by time and chance,
the emptiness.
Waiting for the war drums,
waiting for the cries.
He observes the permanence
of the oaks and thorned vines,
that creep over crowns
and the skulls covered in earth,
churning over centuries,
unified in certainty
as they unknowingly descend.
At the end of all things,
watch the great ones decay.
At the end of all things,
he sits in despair.
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Becoming Lacuna
05:01
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Becoming Lacuna
Tonight we are fading from sight,
slipping into an eternal forest,
hidden in the shreds of a world
that no longer concerns us,
clinging to mere life
without a throne in mind.
Invisible bodies throw
themselves to inertia;
becoming lacuna.
We'll count the stars
and slip away.
We await the ground's rupturing
and count the stars
as they reflect on our works in turn.
Indifferent creations manifest
no reflection when regarding
the mirror.
Just a shadow of oneself,
swamped by falsehoods.
The will to carve a path
between the priest and the cynic;
'Don't follow the lights.'
Await the rupturing,
count the stars,
watch the mirror,
a shadow of oneself.
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Shoregeist
04:45
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Shoregeist
Wasteland of lucid dreams,
permanent slumber,
a fitful wraith that weeps
for the waking
flesh that creeps
and yearns for return.
Bleeding on the shore,
salt pours in wounds,
the black water
envelopes your consciousness
and floods your thoughts,
a shipwrecked euphoria
illuminates the waves.
Nausea and trauma,
earthbound vessels
depart from nocturnal harbours.
Generations of rubble,
bear cold witness.
unadorned and corrosive.
A crumbling facade.
Tremendous blows upon
our own selves.
The end of an epoch...
We are the ghosts
of a war we have not fought,
having opened our eyes
on a disenchanted world,
we are more than any others
the children of the absurd.
We are the heirs
of a war that we never fought,
opened our eyes to wastelands.
We are the heirs of a war.
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Thou Shalt Depart
04:08
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Thou Shalt Depart
There shall be a demise,
with a murmured curse,
a feast on the bodies
of gods and emperors,
the winged beasts
shall come to the ground.
Ride upon the wolf
so that it does not devour you.
Sleep in the dirt for a time
to recall our beginnings
and endings.
Transcendence
burns to purity
in the remains
of our deluded beauty.
The impulse is to charge,
fight or flight.
My spirit, the strength, the knife.
Thou shalt depart from here.
Kahli Yuga of a world serpent's
slithering, crucified
upon a wheel of time,
through the chaotic mirror-
forever frostward,
a curse upon our lips
in the spring, diminished.
The blind shall climb forever,
to their freezing fate.
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Down the River
04:04
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Down the River
There is no story to be told.
They said the time has already passed.
A red tide rises above the trees,
the roads are covered with ice,
and empty.
I saw her by the river where Diablo creeps.
He smiled like a cavern bathed in snow.
Their bodies gliding away
down the river,
a fleeting moment of shadow
in winter sun.
A red tide rises above the trees,
the roads are covered with ice,
and empty.
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