Tag: mythology
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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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Mapless Codex
Howling crotals Mithraic exsanguination Extravasations of essential claret Screaming whistles Whistling slings pregnant with brow destined stones Fragments describing lost texts Imaginal codices Immense tracts containing nothing Digression within digression within digression Death As a prelude to Birth Intestines sweating in the fire Altar black from use
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Janky Turbot
Numbing smoke hits me Serpent stunned Fusilli smoke Winding around a forked stick Shivering divining rod House of water John Clare’s pencil broken Shipwreck life’s esteems Wax seals Sealed ears Bound captains Driven mad by boundaries Inescapable mazes Stick to the left side wall Left hand tracing it pathfinder Unfurling a ball of red string …
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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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Ens Primum Cognitum
How can a man proclaim to love wisdom if he has not left the place of his birth for Athens and dwelled there in a house called Sofia, therein poring over the texts of ages and inheriting the crown of owls. If the Internet were to disappear overnight, imagine the difficulty one would have convincing…
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Revenge
My life a mountain, it’s Greek climesAn island of poet kings old rhymesDays of the dog, a corpse consigned to the bogRises up coated in peat slime.His veins are emptyHis pains which in his life drove him insaneGone spun away like wind vanesHe will kill plenty, fold twentyHis gaze still insane he trainsSights on them…
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It smells like burning templars in here
Jawbone of an ass the might of iron outclass, he’s fast and whorls in the massMighty and mightier avast ye, he his foes outlasts with energies untappedBlood and mud the mire a morass forces him to wadeWeregild overpaid the rage of unchained slaves to men made A system maintained by others caged that rage only…
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7 7 7
I’m in a grid of spheres, it’s odd, 777 added totals the tiersThe lightning fork the branches veer toward Yesod from Hod; Mortal to GodTower in the fog: laid out on cold stone the tat of old croneSplayed out her bold bones the twats I’ve old known and outgrown like kid’s bones.Charms spun on bone…