Do please read this experipiece, purists. The trip-negatives contained will... Insanitize. |
Dawning Evening/Dusking Morning (Silver Iucifer/Vesper Golden) Before the masquerade of carnality, relief comes the bidding sleep. . . But in your bed a star begins to rise With start!—a star, a glowing Hesperos unto thee, a gilted spear, the silver light Occluding from you, unconscialities' whole Separating you, anxious and wearied – siezed away from a true and dreamful decorum From invisible lands, filled with untwisting devilry An' from coffinly sac do you whisper thus alot, the tragic dictums o' declamation Whilst thoroughly mesmerized by visitations Of sinuous, celestial constellations, on ornamentary walls, through th' unending Shattering, of kaleidoscopic glass of broken :SANITY—. {“I shine, erratically A poetry in troubled-motion Slithering hithery-to"} {The shining evening, to war with the morning of a star Enraged, an eternal adversary unto thee, But cut both of the same piece, of a Venus deep dispeaced.} {"Vespers' rise, On viper sighsss Crushing th' Iobar In morning skies."} [{"Open: uThepre, roluPxis eDin fOricie 'nA zAkeretpien in, yth, sed oldGenous ilveSrine coDcia noV soL olGira. . . Supreme!"}] {"Wither ye in elderly Evening shadows Wher vesper liesss In vipers eyes."} {The dawning star of disbelief, lights black the evening— Shambolical—and in void of sentimentialities. Thus do they cut away from the other, to a Venus full untethered.} {“I abase, full-soulfully Thyself, unto lording dreams Crying thitherly-through.”} —INSANITY: does disclose, (dis)colorfully in closing Periodically prophetical views within these enshadowed lidded eyes, The(se) half seen ephemera of unprocessed light Were of bi-sensuality, tri-sexuality, and th' dual-quadri-dis-unreality of a multi-poliarity That spans both bright and shade of ethereal dark; Whilst revealing a rising/revolving philosophyric vision of a true and infinite universe, Declaiming unto thee—of unPhosphoretic majesticity With BLOODY due discomfort, since/while you caress it's shapeless unform! Of empty nothing-flesh, quaSi imaginExistence, a saccharicous hAte enVelops—implodin' ye ol' Atrophic decision-mAtrix. . . |