Tag: megaliths
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Conflict
Did not sleep well last night Great din, gungaless, from the parlor Sherston’s mother communing with spirits Young Hamo dead at Gallipoli Did Eliott’s Aeschylus know him? Severely annotated copy of Goodbye To All That Melancholies of a fox-hunting man By war, Men harden Mars the sharpen Bard birther Mary Arden in Angland since Domesday.…
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Dawn and Court
Moon drawn down, dual dawn Quicksilver basilica Alabaster pate Below, hydromania Selene’s suitors crane to meet her, crashing and pushing and collapsing Eärendil with pleasure differed awaits the dischargement of her heavenly duties Myriad dizzying rotations dormant, laden impatience Listless, languid, She shivering shimmering Winter queen, White stripped bone bleached none of green, whims of…
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Books to look out for: Astral Geographic by Andy Sharp, published by Watkins Books
Pre-order here: In the introduction to Astral Geographic, Andy Sharp says that magic can become a life enrichment tool. Something which enables one to enhance experience through creative engagement. Andy’s first book, The English Heretic Collection, arrived at just the right time for me, when my life was in dire need of enrichment. Couple months…
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So Ends The World
Things that are realized fully only by their undoing, or whose zeniths shortly precede their desistance: Sun, proudest at the dimming of its ever returning glory, stretching to fill the horizon the expanse of its scouring wingspan, nightly dead and daily risen. Warriors, fiercest amidst a hateful throng set upon their demise. They are wasted…
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It Smells Like Burning Templars In Here
When I walk past it’s O face, salt bae How you feel about me: a salt bay April is Aries gearing up to Assault May. You’re salty saline Temple at prod crumble like praline Flood of God swerved it, salt sieve like baleen. Lighting up the sky it’s divine I’m like an invasion of aliens…
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The Beginning
A citadel concealed by clouds Nimbus caul around Olympus A covering worn like a shroud Through bores a sage caught glimpses. Dark buffeting solar winds Void, matte black then time begins Gardens which will host many sins Are yet seeds, strands that Norns will tend. Seas with witch hat sharkfins in Down below and dark…
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Virtues
Rome’s most powerful man his notes taken His privilege does not exempt him, he must awaken Man is not built for comfort, to be warm Man is he who flies best in storm Impediment to action new action found Virtue not man made his missives resound To have no obligation yet duty feel Like bronze…
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