Stir now from dark I'hy's lake—Gaia trembles in Your wake. Girded by prosthetic shell—unweave the vitiatous spell. Crystalline—without peer—end Cybele's reign of wanton fear. Metal talon'd—shear and tear—to recreate the Cosm's stair.
A poem by Kaiter Enless.
When I awoke from the dream the world seemed to have shifted. As if something within me had moved or grown or diminished, I knew not which, only that something was different. It were as if I had carried those fateful imaginings back into the waking world with their full weight, as if they lingered… Continue reading Rumination One | What Did It Matter?
IN MY DREAM | The red duomo loomed over me, suspended between a bottomless mist that had a bizarre solidity, enough to maintain the weight of a full-grown man and the endless ambit of a shimmering and starless sky, black save for a strange-flickering of blue-lightening, threshing the skin of the void like great and… Continue reading The Third Visitation | The Red Duomo
◊ IN MY DREA M | I stalked along a dusty road which ran betwix two fields of corn that stretched beyond the line of sight and vanished into the space between earth, horizon and sky, the liminal realm where Apep lay with baited breath for the encroachment of his eternal foe. Each stalk, higher… Continue reading The Second Visitation | The Sea of Corn
IN MY DREAM | I stood upon a great stair in a endless hall, below which was a voiceless chasm, above which were the voices of a multitude. Tongues in discord liken to the rattling of leaves under a gale. All was lightless, save for a single beam upon the landing & when I stood… Continue reading The First Visitation | ᚲᚺᚨᚨᚱᛁᛉᚨᛚ