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.
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 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