1. |
Wandering the Tideland
04:53
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Treading the lifeless expanse of the skoria,
to a hollow of the earth
provident winds lift the sands
to unmask remains of strange artifice
abodes are these, or vessels?
The grave markers of the ghosts of this land.
Revered myths
in unmoving judgement their making stands
bellowing in the deeps and darkest places.
We, cast-off and wandering
the arid spaces orphaned by the tide
abandoned here too, huddling by hearth
in crude encirclements,
haunted by those unseen eyes.
Their temples are the looming mountains
life, begat of eroding downpour.
Descended from those higher,
invoked with mere nameless rage.
Bearing upon us in ubiquity fore the sightless.
The outer corporeal, temporal shield
withers and scatters as flesh
destiny then, only subsidence
to rejoin the foregone in dirt.
Yet before us reigned masons of the outer expanse,
farseers and sojourners amongst the lights of worlds.
Here, upon a drifting island in the infinite swarth
left with a sole sardonic keepsake
two hollows with which to behold
and all-consuming lust for sight.
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2. |
Meridian Artefact
05:18
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Dark tides
borne on formless waves
as stowaway ballast
cast to these strange lands are we
stripped of bonds, of visage
clawing with hands til worne to bone and tendon
the rocky dirt, yet unmarred by these feet.
No thought, but to further live.
Wounding our host, this earth
scraping from soil, meager vitality
a strange likeness is disinterred from the clay...
Fleshless entombments of unseen being
yet forms familiar
as if lost kinfellows
alike, though flawed in their design
A moulder's abandoned endeavors?
Their hands, in stasis yet scribe
mouths motionless, yet speak
frostcold miasma emanates from every eye cavity
circling the burial chamber
Now, in frigid ratheness, a thousand lifetimes' knowing
pierces through the pall of past worlds.
No longer am I slave to death, now having farseen the beyond.
From the stone is born hammer,
from hammer born blade,
with blade, we carve new bilth of life upon this rock.
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3. |
Kosmodrome
00:59
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4. |
Castling in Sediment
05:34
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Nameless mooncycles pass
adrift in these corridors
utter black but for dim bluegreen hue
revealing in sideview a webbing, wire and conduit
channeling whence and to where, unknown.
One insect among countless
clawing at my labor
one atom detached of the whole
A cry, I beseech my path of the overseer
the chamber reflects mocking retort.
Only mechanic moans mark time's passing.
Deep, down, beneath bowels concrete
those ordained gather about unearthed artifact
form incinerated beyond knowable design
incisions reveal tissue both animal and manlike
a mutant epigenesis.
Reaching to replicate, beyond grasp of mere hands
the spawn screams its first breath
contorted limbs embrace, constricting
to make lifeless creators.
The aberration finds voice
emitting its will unto those willful
coiled pose, siphoning strength
whispers which entwine primate pathways
silenced only by cement encasing
desperate, complete unmaking, hastened decay
condemned to collapse into forgotten sediment.
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5. |
The Witherways
04:14
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It's been untold days since my last sight of light
the way long lost, as my drive to have come down here
barely can I recall the outside
these dead halls seem unending
a disturbance in the stillness
once so distant, so faint as to hardly be heard
slowly grows louder.
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6. |
Fenshaden Deeps
05:59
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Tearing ground as though compelled by instinct
long is the far-seeing forgot
only decaying whispers, trailing on foul earthen exhalation from below,
of the mind-miners, encased now in mortar.
Impervious not to the crawl of time...
Writhing worms, seekers scavenge a sunken sarcophagus.
Fragments found, unreadable in their forgone script.
Only those scrawlings, whose shapes ring through the inner beast brain.
Sight of outlandish terrors, forming cognate kinship in the innermind.
New words are spoken,
reanimated from silent stasis.
The Godbook thus writ,
we read the rites seeking commune.
Entwining in sacrament
interstitching limbs, adjoined as chimera
chants make incarnate the outerworldly reflection of our sin, materializing in the murk
of the fendshaden deeps.
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7. |
Offscourings
04:42
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Outcast, waste men
ever unravelling twine
splitting as vines, those tendrils that reach...
Brought at end before the all-crafter
its likeness yet a wordless thought
a final quandary...
What malice sent us on cruel currents
to be eremite among the stars?
And our far-fathers, like us in stance
yet entombed in depths of dirt?
"Many are beneath you, many more ascend
Not in error, each an eyeblink in our everbeing"
"You have innerseeing of the fore, yet not the after.
Accepting your ordained and steadfast deterioration,
yet darkened the site of unmaking."
Ever stabbing at nihil
lithe and piercing our shape
opposite that the molder's
its thin mask of contempt, unconcealing nithe.
"Outsight, insight, curses alike
I placed you in a house of spite
to forever seek, yet drift from truth in seeking"
Grasping the "fathers" awl,
which once belit our hollow amidst the dark
two punctures I make, to undo their gift.
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8. |
Sonstead Blight
06:27
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My only child, final lantern alit
the insect's waning beacon
over my boundless, forever-fields
I embrace you at last.
Drawn back to the everbeing
unborn, and redead
into a spiral convulsing, reabsorbed.
Fire, which long lit your wayfaring path,
laps the land, leaving only its refuse,
smouldering and uncolored.
Plague, soulborne curse that gnaws bone,
enslaving impulses to rage,
begets kinslaying.
Dark, approaching negation,
envelops the remains of all form and making,
all light banished, all heat dissipates,
nor pulse nor breath endures.
No, these fortunes I do not bequeath you.
I shall vacate this plane, ascending to another.
Having sown in each mind
A figment of my visage
Memory cascading down lineage, corrupting
Sickness simmering within each skull
For man's auger to expel
Eyeless may you crawl this rock
Each pinnacle scaled, preceding only subsidence
Until the path leads you downward
To earthen origins and final respite.
Become, the heir of unmaking.
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