Tag: writers
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Deep Assignments Run Through All Our Lives
Old Troy of the DMP Old Troy a ruin, a heap Middens where stood temples, among motionless flagless priapic poles Ropes pulled down the stone sword of Aries Broken on the broken flags A millennium of shards Stone flood spreading outward across the floor Across the world a milipedinous avatar of concrete twists itself Bookbinder…
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90 most haunted angle 90
Magic is like a mushroom One head before thine eye Scarce belies abundant bloom Subterranes, fearful sky One million unique crafts Cults of infinite variety Masterplan master’s laughs Engulfed flames the piety Piles of hewn noses Cleft to spite faces Red paint reed raised Moses Death these vile places Erase thereof traces Multitudinous as the…
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Unvision at the horror inside the nursery
Ey on peakcapped driver slows his horse Swan robed medicine men bind Fenrir Mangan and Clare penning degenerate tracts A hole in a French wall which anarchic revolution miraculously sweeps by Therein the imprisoned Marquis secreted his manuscript Miniscule its script but gargantuan its sordidness Uncouth clergyman keeps a copy of Shakespeare Love who dares…
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Black Rite
Pharaoh had a brother, twin to the root Two of them there doted on Only one head fits the crown Two side by side indistinguishable Undecipherable as an hieroglyph Equal beloved, taught noble ways and bred for rule Memphian atrocities a black rite A ceremony unbecoming Becoming Pharaoh Child made catamite, how to destroy angels…
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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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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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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…