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The Lower Planes of Self​-​Abstraction

by Well of Night

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1.
In the shade of budding limbs Ancient pillars clad in bark, form this sacristy Fingers borrowed to form the arrow’s shaft To launch defiantly at a dying sun Serpentine, crystalline, path of the borer. A headdress of pincers, shroud of larvae and compound eyes Cavernous, cancerous, to multiply without end. A pendant of tumors, rings of irradiated glass. A cocoon must be spun, to shed this earthly form. Reborn, not with wings to fly, but with claws to burrow Within ground water streams I will be nourished. Discharging corruption into the very core of this Earth. It is here I will fester. A blight on all who have wrought this contemptuous order Their forgotten legacies Will be the egg in which I plant my seed
2.
To be a bearer of authentic truth We swear allegiance to total detachment In bitter defiance, we lay claim to each deserted expanse Shields rattle in warning, as if anyone would.... Sit on this fool’s throne To gaze only inward, is to be forever alone Yet we have sworn allegiance To tread upon fertile ground Is to sacrifice authenticity Born into this abortive dredge of the soul An infinite excavation of one's own grave Any thirst for the rains seems hollow, a self-betrayal Verity lies only beneath these desert sands Honor is the last taste of marrow from bones long picked clean Transcendence hiding deep in the cracks of this parched soil Wielding the spear of Narcissus Clinging to deluded supremacy To tread upon fertile ground Is to sacrifice authenticity The lakes reflection a grotesque mirage Donning a wreath of dead daffodils Pollen rancid and reeking of waste To tread upon fertile ground Is to sacrifice authenticity In this no penance is offered, just spite and rage Yet show me the one with the swollen tongue, so I may cut it free Bereft in all claim to piousness, yet I will preach To a flock of those soon to flee, or die in disgrace In this no penance is offered, all projections deceased Yet show me the one with the swollen tongue, so I may cut it free
3.
A brief sense of purpose to be drowned in abstraction Inculcation through blood As ideology dissolves in the dullest illumination An archetype of grief Synapses chafe and callous from running in circles. The staticy hiss of self-projection A feedback loop of spoon-fed identity The crooked gouging of a charlatan's epitaph A vast expanse of concrete and mud, painted in gold and stinking of shit The swamp of the ego The alter of futility and human extinction No tail left to swallow A philosopher's rant and the screeching of jackals Half trick and lure, half vain expression An apothecary for half-wits and mummers A threadbare stage constructed of one's own feathers Synapses chafe and callous from running in circles. The staticy hiss of self-projection A feedback loop of spoon-fed identity The crooked gouging of a charlatan's epitaph So let us chant these words as if they were our own As we struggle to chisel our effigy into pillars of ash So let us huff the fumes of methane and sulfur As we remind ourselves that we all "did our best"
4.
Seed scatterer be among us Bury thy hands deep into the soil Of Plague, of carrion Within decay, you will find a womb Harness this focus inward Within these tangled roots you'll find a woven passage to the stars Gatekeeper at the citadel Reveal to us the unbinding inscription Harness the potential in these tired bones Guide us through the deconstruction of matter The seven sisters have assembled a refuge Above these kingdoms of rust Seven shrines hold the key to the gateway Seven fragments lost to the passage of time...await their reunion To Merope a bee must be fed Sterope turned to face the sun From Celaeno, a wolf must be bred Maia must take her spot on the throne To Electra - a locust in amber To Taygete - a noose To Alcyone - a prism, through the first light after the storm must be shone. Seed scatterer be among us Bury thy hands deep into the soil Of Plague, of carrion Within decay, you will find a womb Wash away all flawed philosophies To be set adrift in the flow of time Embrace the end to all tangible form Enigmatic in intent and in nature The seven sisters have assembled a refuge Above these kingdoms of rust Seven shrines hold the key to the gateway Seven fragments lost to the passage of time...await their reunion Harness this focus inward Within these tangled roots you'll find a woven passage to the stars
5.
Through the fortress of evighet Spectral whispers of lifetimes to come Hallucinations of centuries past As if there would be perspective to gain Empty corridors, tarnished brass An epilogue of enduring monotony A tinge of a dream forgotten or imagined Wisdom like shattered bones in a concrete cast Any hint of vindication Crushed beneath my feet Any absolution, any second chance The taste of blood on the lips of a saboteur Recite The invocation of the eschaton Undermine the will of the Bethlehemites and neophytes The fallacy in man must be undone. Benight Spirituality and the cozened ranks Undermine the will of the Bethlehemites and neophytes The fallacy in man must be undone. The shoulders of the complacent Will bear the weight of consequence Forever appeasing the false. The bastard Svengali The cinder block tied around the neck Forever acclimating to lower depths The shoulders of the complacent Will bear the weight of consequence Forever appeasing the false. The bastard Svengali The cinder block tied around the neck Forever acclimating to lower depths Recite The invocation of the eschaton Undermine the will of the Bethlehemites and neophytes The fallacy in man must be undone. Benight Spirituality and the cozened ranks Undermine the will of the Bethlehemites and neophytes The fallacy in man must be undone. There can be comfort in these trenches As long as the stacking corpses are not your own Hallucinations of centuries past As if there would be perspective to gain Empty corridors, tarnished brass An epilogue of enduring monotony A tinge of a dream forgotten or imagined Wisdom like shattered bones in a concrete cast
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It seems I've trudged a million miles... Yet I have not glimpsed the swirling aurora The echo of dawn cackles in its passing But the words of redemption it has yet to speak. I am now one with the gleaming ice of the falls That once flowed pure and endless, now in stasis and slumber Fingers long frozen creek in the howling wind And burn like the pyre, forever looming yet out of reach Endlessly downward I am beckoned What once was snow now a staircase of bronze and obsidian Each step now to the rhythm of a distant chant No shelter will be granted here... Oh he who with every word is maligned, let me be your scepter Oh he with the hive of dirt, let me be your swarm Oh he who mocks the righteous, let me be your tongue Oh he who embodies the void, let me be your form Oh he who is drowned in anger, let me be the flood Oh he who brings rot to the mire, let me be the mud Oh he who defiles the holy, let me be your piss Oh he with a legion a snakes, let me be your hiss In metamorphosis, they kneel Chest sunken and spines protruding Teeth rotted, stained with blood, and clogged with sinew Clawed hands gouge grooves into the cobblestone floors of the pit Chanting mouths agape towards a sky unseen and forgotten Awash in flowing ribbons of iridescence Anointed in the oily cloak of the acolyte Desert mind parched with shame and obsession Drink deep this tide of deliverance

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