To bottomless perdition
in the notional void to writhe
reason sank and lay
vanquished
rolling in the moon-blood
behold, another unmoved mover
concocted by conceited discourse

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thus, lo and behold – opprobrious brooks of sulphur
weltering in faltering cadences
indifferent, searing wound
labyrinthine veins gushing
the claret of nation’s notions

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though fathom thee none may
in the currents of life
in the cthonic veins of ire
in the torrents
of dulcet blasphemies
I float and I wave with billowy motions

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advent of a dying era
and the charnel houses that fester within my chest
limitless oceans of mire
a constant weaving
life’s skiff dances in the surf’s ire
with death still rife
an incessant heaving
washes away intent
longing and tireless strife

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thus uncreation’s whirring loom tirelessly I ply with crippled fingers
solemn feasts profaned
besmeared with blood of human sacrifice
and a mother’s tears

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my night-foundered skiff
my gracious vessel and futile shelter
capsize and gently sink to this festering wasteland of consciousness
delving into the floods
pleading for cathartic asphyxiation

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vision rears from off the pools its mighty stature
ascending vapours
suffused by the rays of light, flickering

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illumine which lies tenebrous on the seabed that is my tomb

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repugnant shade
the corrupted ferryman
yet another unmoved mover
throws around his baleful eyes
he it was whose guile stirred up with vengeance and command what in all is fathomless

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recollections flaring up
the reverberating troops of echoes
withering keepsake
leaves that strew the brooks and dance to discordant symphonies
transfixed to the bottom of these sulfurous pools

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and to the leprous redeemer
professing to create
redeem and inspire
needful succor lend and crucify his flesh

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contented swine
quite gorged and overfed with sacrosanct premonitions
devour the pearls cast before them
and drift off to sleep

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with cold upon the sacred altar froze
perceptual fixation
hence woeful mortals
derive their woes
and of all hopes
of glee bereft
forsake your aery purposes
and live and strive

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illumine what is lowly deep within
raise and support liability and love
embracing transcendent homelessness and cease to be

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out of the fragrant soil and mire a fabric ruby ascends like a still exhalation
with the lush sound of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet
built like a temple
vast forms multiplex dance and jubilate
antiphonies abscond and cease to be

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shaking, I hearken the woods to fall
each heartbeat transfixes my body to the fragrant soil
a wistful vagrant I am and cease to be

The petals on the ground
the ranting beggar’s rags
the gust in quivering branches
and the sleeping plowboy’s dreams are but selfless, empty and free from conceptual elaboration

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where the putrid roots of every heart on earth
infix deep their restless twists in the barren ground
where reason’s gentle lamentations fall like morning dew
his perception’s charnel house was built

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all singed and wearys the soothsayer rests from his day’s journey and glances at the abhorrent vista down yonder
to gaze upon life without desire
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and discerns from afar a bleat, a bark, a bellow and a roar
ascending salutations from afar
intermingling with his deliberations
then dissolving in the interstices that dwell between each prudent stroke
the mind’s brush applies

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when his soul sleeps in rays of light he beholds the waves that beat on heaven’s shore
and joyfully drowns in woe and contemplation

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with intoxicated moon-eyes he once gazed into himself
conceiving the engulfing waters
waves and breakers sweeping over him

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and rays of light run life’s loom to weave the tapestry of nil
and like a smile upon an infant’s face
perception delights and withers
inhaled by the discerner’s breath

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underneath the pine tree
he basks and swoons in recollections
musings a thunderous god once wrung from him and weeps gently
making death a victory
wailing softly and wondering what is his toil’s recompense?

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and the lotus flowers blossom in the offal of the discerner’s sardonic mind
for shame is his innermost universe’s loom And the softening of the sinews is its thread

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perception is a putrid lake kissed and sucked by the thirst of the sun
vapour it will become and height and path of light and light itself

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the senses perceive and roam the glades, the vales and woods profound
and vision adown the precipice plunges
to dissolve in the emptiness and the auguring beggar’s chanting ceases
croaking, rattling, squalling until his voice is echoless

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fill your mouth with noble words
and ravel in your thoughts’ carnage
the one who bestows his own greatness
seeks to smite the throne erected in his heart

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wayfarer – from your own fervid day-longings
joy and woe are woven fine
and cruelty knits a snare with silken twine
so broad and teeming lies on the horizon an ocean of multidiscerning clarity

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brute, insidious, plundering and grovelling is the origination that must come to pass
and recall that reason’s gilded butterfly scarce perches on your cheek

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and the mote descends into the offal
and comes to naught
as the soothsayer basks in multidiscerning clarity
without plurality, indivisible, one in taste
not derivative and self-aware

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for that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the mind
whose gate is the morning mist
and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night

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multidiscerning clarity
you may find in it a harness and a chain
multidiscerning clarity
raiment and thread of the inner path

Your blood and my blood are naught but the sap nurturing oceans of life
my innermost universe’s waves gleam red as if inflamed
verily, my senses swim and swoon
nature gazes at the opalescent visions which rise athwart the delusive flowers of the mind

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my mind – a yawning vortex
and futile words reverberate in the emptiness and allay all pain

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the winds wafting
and ere all this there was naught but will

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in the hidden gardens the stems of yews swing in the fragrant memories of yore
the miserable warping memories of efflorescences lost and waned
floating up to the skies
the waxing moon caressing with a hand discreet and light the contour of her bosom

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solidity, fluidity, heat and motion
all of these are but fleeting
in the palm of my hand I hold a silver tear of prancing recollections
like a shard of opal sundering the bonds that caused all
mow freed of delusive hindrance

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give way to dizziness and grant your eyes this benign vision
let them rove over visions of white
mighty waves of your inner ocean unroll and tear the pall of life’s insalubrious demons

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too much have I hearkened unto the brooks and woods
do obeisance to emptiness and place it in your heart
distant from the scathing eye of the heavens and wakeful reflections of the mind

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verily, you shall forever cherish the vast sea
the image where you contemplate your soul’s putrid blossoms

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lolling on his bower man amazedly gazes into himself
plucking the ears of corn and looking at his day’s toil in vexation

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over the loitering and tardy will we leap

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the blossoms crawl from within the vortex
perceiving the portentous effluvium of vernal fields of scent within our souls

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inundating me and over-reigning control of flawed perception
sensating a colorless all-color of emptiness from which we shrink
and when the pinions of emptiness enfold you, yield to it!
lest the dagger hidden among void’s wings may wound you

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the empty and fatuous depth of a lover is a riptide you cannot deter
suffer not yet my eyes to hunger for your countenance
as – forsooth – your aspect and your gaze console me

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do not desert me as the palsied universe lies before me a leper
magniloquent ascriptions of dominion resound in the yawning nothingness of form
and sink to the opposite side of the world out of pure subservience

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the blossoms of your Tomorrow shall unfold in my heart
perceiving the all-colour through which lurks an elusive iridescence
and imparting an abhorrent mildness to the dumb gloating of their gaze

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and in those for ever exiled waters the heartless voids are shadowed forth
beckoning the thought of annihilation
and because it does not have an essence it will cease and be no more

May you become a herdsman for one day-dawn and toss sweet symphonies into the void
from your beguiling shepherd’s pipes you conjure up the all-pervading whisper
and save the shepherd of all and nought

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may you bewitch the allvanquisher’s wits by the sovereign remedy of your guileful melody
pervading all and naught and the fabrics in between

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the all-destroyer will grant you ample recompense
for your service two gifts: I will make you saviour of the world
and companion of her noisome dwellers

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as obdurate as the devouring pit
the abyss consumes the great devourer
black gore drips from her horrid jaws
and shrieks imbue the void and chasms

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may you fight in good steadfastness
in vain and fear usurps the heart
once overbrimming with boundless mirth
now faltering and absconding into the earth

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the all-destroyer, the great consumer is I and raises her burning countenance through the cleaving ground
and ravels in flames of discontent
and fires belch from the yawning clefts
to be consumed by sweet deicide
and be free and nothing and all at once

When innocence unfolds deep within the heart
and joy on every bough does bide awhile and memories of verdant grass the obdurate soul beguile
and cure whatever is amiss

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when you think yourself a gardener
lovingly ploughing the soil
and watering the parched earth
my blood like a springtide does rise so high and overflows all bounds

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the orbless skull fancies a horrid benefactor’s numinosity
and dwells in changing sameness of naught that gluts the throat of all
oh, barren earth – is this the new creation of naught?
shall the gardener’s plough trace a cleaving rut through parched soil
to entice your black sap from deep below?
the young bosom is cold for lack of mother earth’s nourishment, tears and care

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we weep over the officious glory of death
and death dwells in cities where the roots of every heart on earth infix deep their restless twists and wither

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the barren earth oozes blood and shakes and moans
to devour her children’s gore
I love your head – though vile it is
a gardener ploughs the earth to reap the fetid ears
to feed the young whose bosom is cold for lack of mother’s nourishment

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and clouds are fraught with swords of lightning that part the shroud
concealing the gardener’s vision and chasing slumber from her eyes

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the transgressor hungers for new worlds to inherit
black as bereft of light
the pathless ways lead through vales anon
and faint and weary I shall rest and sink into the barren earth