t
deepest sleep,bracken grows
umbiferous, languid shade.
human violence turns the gears
voices cry, no words form.

02. Gordian Knot:
Lower class. Born to breed.
Knuckles drag. ovular bleed.
climb the wall, cyclic pain.
hit the floor, sapling maim.
Another empty jar and a fist of blood.
diadem crushed under a sea of mud.
You live in line. You fuck. You die.
In the folded repetition of a thousand moments.
Under the warmest blanket of being.
climb the wall cyclic pain.
hit the floor sapling maim.
Another product of an inbred system.
heightened to it’s peak by backwards dictum.

03. Humming Miter:
Force fed bodies into empty rooms
long burnt plastic waxing moon
Ebbing ember wanes and shrivels
Flows weakly as ceaseless rivers
Bellowing hoarse. Into the wall.
Sea of dead eyes. waking rolling.
Carapace drags. On and on.
Shell of a shell. On and on.
folds of money pass through my hands
just as quickly to another’s
Don’t question your own self worth
accept that you are fucking worthless
crushed worm under (the) foot of terra
and here i am, lacking desire.
bellowing hoarse. into the wall.
Bellowing hoarse. At you.

04. Blue Litmus:
Cosmia laughs down. Blissless moments hushed.
"the wage of sin is death, said he"
Might you stare sin in the face?
Long ache eternal, heathen begot
litmus revealing the unbound beast:
the de-evolution of the human heart
the tissue of every single muscle, acidic.
the neuron of every single cell, polluted.
whispers of thy spirit, snuffed out forever.
hands of the Earth, cauterized together.
working the palms of itself into dust.
brooding blood gaze: lecherous lust.
Each step is taken in betwixt the hare’s eyes.
Each hart is slaughtered under jesuit guise.
Each hole, once more is bored and filled repeatedly.
Each vole and mouse, their breath silenced eternally.
Gorge on death. Worship the life.
Walk into the light.

05. Raise Thee, Great Wall, Bloodied and Terrible:
there is then, an experience carried on within itself.
Quite aloof from the joyous companionship of life.
Not for lack of time and space through social interchange, but from want of the personal material and conditions.This the solitude of a heartless and wicked breast.

06. Thrum in the Deep:
Tonal unbalance. Fractal waveworms.
Shuttered fluorescence.
Insular and mellifluous.
Invasive and entropic.
Bending in a tandem.
Eating marrow by vibration.
humming hoarse with desire
the sound of all being.
thrumming in all deepest pits.
A thrum in the deep.
catalytic trill.
blooming from God’s feet.
from the chasm.
A soul unwound.
ljudet av gud.
a thrum in the deep.
ljudet av gud.

07. Shattered Knife:
Spirit divide: Consume, decry.
reality folds. one mind is many.
Peripheral confusion, human pain.
Abdominal spray. blank space.
stars crumble in disarray.
Gorge of bees and hornets yawning.
Monstrous ravenous desire.
blade bends inward steadfast.
bonds shatter twisting freely.
dead human orifice calling:
"Spirit divide: consume decry."
Who stands under thy shattered knife?
"Spirit divide. Consume decry."
Who dares still stand under thy knife?

Blank space.

08. Mute:
Another dead monkey shot into space.
Ignition fires, no sound escapes.
Ignorant of purpose. Ignorant of you.

09. High Fells:
Flash bleed drains clean.
Soft Skull. High fells.
A map of our failures
ink blot markings
verses in row
the fugue succumbs to
omnipotent permeation

a motherless timbre
shatters a prism
in the wake of splendorous
judgement. cast fell and harsh.

10. Ljudet Av Gud:
A man locked up in a shriveled and frigid selfhood. With no living currency of faith and love between him and his fellow creatures. Is as much alone amidst a parisian holiday surrounded by a bedecked and huzzahing world of humanity as the traveler who loses his way benighted in the center of a polish forest, and in the drifted snow, leans against a tree. Starving and freezing. while the distant yell of wolves is borne to his ears.

11. Fawn Heads and Unjoy:
cankerous fluid seeping in through scraps and dregs abound
memories of thine untarnished standing and then weighted down
thrust into lights gaze eternal birthed from shaded willing womb
shards of hushed echoes and secrets clinging like so many motes.
Seed sowed. Engine burnt.
sentient and organic thought
climbing bridges and clavicles
tumbling and turning through
a warm and looming scattered space.
spilling and crashing through
the canals of every naive ear
and at last, a home is found on another crossed bent ear.

Seed sowed and engine burnt.