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Nowherer
06:58
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nowherer, battered, robbed of roads
sequestered in cycle’s yoke
nowherer, weary, unwhispering dreams
drowned out by the din, pinioned
silent ear, heed my prayer
hold this lament in your tricardiac tongue!
o becomer, selfseeing seeker, molting artifice
stepping towards silhouette’s silhouette
may you be seen as you are, resplendour, lightbather!
clouded eye, heed my prayer
hold this extolment in your tricardiac tongue!
o todayer piloting hungerbound machine
cloaked in thousand charming faces
hoarding gasps hoary-eyed
worshipping number as iron device
stealing each ultraviolet song from the roots of our teeth
to absorb all spectra into your gilded shroud
may our unified rays
melt away your every velvet fang!
august hand, heed my prayer
hold love in your tricardiac tongue!
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God Howling in a Cage
02:54
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Alveromancy
08:13
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fingers dig through firmament,
incantatory sediment
grasp at shale couplets,
heart-worn, drenched in wh-
molluscan metonymy dredged up
by sighs, transposed iris-lit
i was a diamond and you were the weight,
i was the apple that you never ate
caked in regalia
perfumed in glossolalia,
howling words lie prostrate
upon schoenberg's bald pate
to dine upon sibilant shards
languidly permuted rhotics
an occluded invocation
none of them will make you real
vowels of infinity disemboweling divinity
gnoissiennes gnawing at tympanic trinity
the words beneath my fingernails illegible,
spaded with sign
i was a diamond and you were the weight,
i was the apple that you never ate
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Oscines
21:22
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i.
one day i awoke to find my hands covered in open sores.
washing the sleep from my eyes, I felt
quilling my skin, the tips of feathers extruding, piercing
bones growing hollow
and at twilight i took flight for the first time
as the undifferentiated space of dimensionless night draws me in
days hang, weeks hang, months hang
upon a yoke of blind isochory
until a dewy field choked with fog gliding parallax
dotted with charm of streetlamps
sprouted like wild grasses.
their grinning aromatic glow
burns cavities through the veil
and the bulbs chirp staccato at the sordid sky
as faceless figure traces glyphs areferential
winding around the achromatic chasm
from which she crawled.
whose whistling winds
homotopy her vestments to flickering foxtrots
and waltz murmurs
i open my mouth to call to her as the sun
swallows my words.
ii.
morning rays glisten, glisten, glisten;
mourning, raze.
clawing azure suspending
me by the ears and fading to a
hopemongering vertex
day by day i wait
week by week i wait
month by month i wait
my skin unblemished, fermenting
smooth manifold clutched by gravity’s kiss
gazing expectant into
absent loveless chirality steeling my palms
until the brawling sun bores
indifferently, a hole clear through my head
in the spectral hollow where my face used to be,
a stormcloud brews and a whistling wind wails.
day by day it wails
month by month it wails
my voice unconscious distorting
smooth waveform clutched by gravity’s kiss
listening
iii.
longing absence howling tuba mirum.
twelve of the most grandiose neutral chords.
voice growing hollow
will you hear me in the clamor?
will you be dancing?
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