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the weaving method
the days of the dog
the solar wind that pours down from above.
"the sacred everyday."
-= death of death =-
oh closely distant bells
oh alackley rapturous wile
oh mindless gratitude of mile
whence from the dock of grounded mind
i gaze to the forever unsolved horizon
unseen from my stable station
creating semisolid things
to bring back from the brinks
amber or glass
stained window colors
madness gives little in the way of satisfaction
chaos congeal'd within a lingual mass
light, but unrooted to the earth,
gives a bad feeling
i yearn for something simpler,
something not so bright
not so cutting, not to excise thy strange blight
although i insist, i do not wish for darkest night
something more akin
to a gentle sun glimpsed twilight
essence of bright fascination
that turneth explorer to beast
in such a divers' ecstasy
rest may not be found in the least
but perhaps a gentle reflection,
perhaps a filter of the lune
perhaps a twist on a harsh truth,
sweet enough to twist in tune
a lie, perhaps, yet so tender, yet not untrue
harsh black light of sorrows tinted by blue mercy, through a flesh-mauve moon
just enough to provide a foothold
in a great sea of crashing
yet turn away, again, so that we become
not ensnared in radical extreme-ties
but licking gentle, in soft series of subtle bust
and my sincere apologies
for to say goodbye to a complacent lie is painful.
grounded in smooth stone
solid safe ground
house built not upon salt nor boat of sulphur
nor mercurial craft
mysterious winds that give comfort
that this is not yet everything
that there be quite fortunate myriad
much to share and recombobulate
from arts lost by centuries of mysterious fate
and the winds shall wait
and the waves will move
by the rhythm
of the gently cozen
twilight moon
and the sun will rise,
and set,
and gentle dark may take its place
as a light-slaked moth
returning to great-grand raccocoon croon
nightlights from isles beyond
spew hopeful rays
into the clouds,
illuminating the canvas of the sky
honeyed tones
and sweetsalt melodies travel
upon the cool blackness of the oldest
edge known
cymbols and drums beating from the heart-depths of unknown fathoms
beneath
give
rhythm
celestial chimes of
wind
will
wind high and higher, softly ringing
in careful chaos behind newly remembered colors
symurgic simphony of bugs, music of ages and all time, together in strange love, moments go unpainted
church bells of paradys I ring not
crude stone upon curvy rock cleaved
but ancient alloyed copper hollows
marriage of sky-breath and substrate-bone
from a deeper place
springs something unnew
something that cradles a somehow nostalgic
hue
man
%
yet if brutish release be all ye seek
throw in ye lot amongst the weak
and remain cursed with obsession
of justified means to traceable end
in a crudest fundament of tangled halves broken
among arrogantly glued pseudowholes
%
as there is most simply 2
or 0.
gender
and not.
1 is imaginary
the other is real.
so hear-ed the bellishwit¹s be
form from a dark for-rest's crossing
overlooked by unsilent treading tunnel
and postpaleo shaman hand lith of lethe let
which availith naught but hollow fuel pressur-eth
face that is a mask
lost in the hollybrush poisons of cruel fast
mask that is a face
without dreams; writhes unconquered faith
forest purple, forest paith of bleak heathered moor
wooden solemn brackerns weld kingdom gate
grip closely that pale skin of headfront visage
for in this place, that is your false name
and in this dark, that is the stale game
of uncrying eyes
as hellfire punishment
come from within
the dark laceration
of unrepentant sin
look inward once again
know the truth
of who you truly wronged
that innocent creature
that was happy to simply play
look inward and weep
for you are the fool
not a faery
just a ghoul
the great fear comes face to face to face
the synodic tapestry of lifehood wound
star far, yet so close
unbuilt doorways marked with-in-visible walls
vacuous zeno space of hair thin infinite-simality
great bridge between
eternal evergreen
black vulcan screen
true angele seann
woarlds scribel meeamening
ye hath bene all ways a cross forom thee
ch-oral; chiral
subtle love of forever rival
reflected from a cross
akashic antimago, limit unveiled
home behind the wall of the weald
unbroken half, i'm-perfect
the whole of the labyrinth goes unsolved
as the exit is found
as zeustheseus walks beneath the leaves
for the very first time
once again
and the maize maze that masks the forest
falls from the ears of the trees
and bells beneath the waves of the old sea
struck from times unwritten
still hum in the hall of the empty moon
tolling hammer departed by floodwoods
as stillness comes home to roost
for a stone-cut moment
in a floor upon the sky
fulcrum point realized
convergence of emergence plaine
greatest good unfold
unbeginning garden
secret of the old
celestial view untold
and grasp firmly in thy unforgotten scars
the vanilla sweetness of those ordinary days
and let them bootstrap with braided sunlight
as such days may indeed come again to pass
if thou shouldst picketh thy sublimate once more
from the earthgrave of that pale recluse mask
choice unbound through rosen love field
crystallized qualia of four connections
re-creation continuation
not because what is, is bad
but because what is, is good
and what is, will not always be
and what was, might never be again
yet the new may be old
as there is nothing wholly new
under any sun nor son
a familiar essence
in a skin washed new
by the mercy of impermanent eternity
in such a facsimile, becometh the truth
shouldst thou slow the fire
and smell deeply
with eyes that hear
the gemstones within all things
in every moment, borne a new nostalgia
and cruel hallway,
that passage of time,
devourer of infinite blue sky
kronos, the one-eyed heart
is forgiven at last
and all things are forgotten
except the pleasant feel
of a soft bed
as sleep cradles the child
and a very short death is welcomed
freedom from all the pain of the world
as we all enter eternity
with undeniable smiles
that snuck up to our cheeks
although it is of little comfort
i assure you
that there is no need for fear
not now
not ever
for our joy is the kingdom
the power
the glory
forever and ever
river that severs all nevers
all ways
any ways
and once again
my unforgotten
fren
the days of the dog
the solar wind that pours down from above.
"the sacred everyday."
- sublime mundanity
- ordinary days
- impermanence of amber
- copper alloy hollows
- gentle rebellion
-= death of death =-
oh closely distant bells
oh alackley rapturous wile
oh mindless gratitude of mile
whence from the dock of grounded mind
i gaze to the forever unsolved horizon
unseen from my stable station
creating semisolid things
to bring back from the brinks
amber or glass
stained window colors
madness gives little in the way of satisfaction
chaos congeal'd within a lingual mass
light, but unrooted to the earth,
gives a bad feeling
i yearn for something simpler,
something not so bright
not so cutting, not to excise thy strange blight
although i insist, i do not wish for darkest night
something more akin
to a gentle sun glimpsed twilight
essence of bright fascination
that turneth explorer to beast
in such a divers' ecstasy
rest may not be found in the least
but perhaps a gentle reflection,
perhaps a filter of the lune
perhaps a twist on a harsh truth,
sweet enough to twist in tune
a lie, perhaps, yet so tender, yet not untrue
harsh black light of sorrows tinted by blue mercy, through a flesh-mauve moon
just enough to provide a foothold
in a great sea of crashing
yet turn away, again, so that we become
not ensnared in radical extreme-ties
but licking gentle, in soft series of subtle bust
and my sincere apologies
for to say goodbye to a complacent lie is painful.
grounded in smooth stone
solid safe ground
house built not upon salt nor boat of sulphur
nor mercurial craft
mysterious winds that give comfort
that this is not yet everything
that there be quite fortunate myriad
much to share and recombobulate
from arts lost by centuries of mysterious fate
and the winds shall wait
and the waves will move
by the rhythm
of the gently cozen
twilight moon
and the sun will rise,
and set,
and gentle dark may take its place
as a light-slaked moth
returning to great-grand raccocoon croon
nightlights from isles beyond
spew hopeful rays
into the clouds,
illuminating the canvas of the sky
honeyed tones
and sweetsalt melodies travel
upon the cool blackness of the oldest
edge known
cymbols and drums beating from the heart-depths of unknown fathoms
beneath
give
rhythm
celestial chimes of
wind
will
wind high and higher, softly ringing
in careful chaos behind newly remembered colors
symurgic simphony of bugs, music of ages and all time, together in strange love, moments go unpainted
church bells of paradys I ring not
crude stone upon curvy rock cleaved
but ancient alloyed copper hollows
marriage of sky-breath and substrate-bone
from a deeper place
springs something unnew
something that cradles a somehow nostalgic
hue
man
%
yet if brutish release be all ye seek
throw in ye lot amongst the weak
and remain cursed with obsession
of justified means to traceable end
in a crudest fundament of tangled halves broken
among arrogantly glued pseudowholes
%
as there is most simply 2
or 0.
gender
and not.
1 is imaginary
the other is real.
so hear-ed the bellishwit¹s be
form from a dark for-rest's crossing
overlooked by unsilent treading tunnel
and postpaleo shaman hand lith of lethe let
which availith naught but hollow fuel pressur-eth
face that is a mask
lost in the hollybrush poisons of cruel fast
mask that is a face
without dreams; writhes unconquered faith
forest purple, forest paith of bleak heathered moor
wooden solemn brackerns weld kingdom gate
grip closely that pale skin of headfront visage
for in this place, that is your false name
and in this dark, that is the stale game
of uncrying eyes
as hellfire punishment
come from within
the dark laceration
of unrepentant sin
look inward once again
know the truth
of who you truly wronged
that innocent creature
that was happy to simply play
look inward and weep
for you are the fool
not a faery
just a ghoul
the great fear comes face to face to face
the synodic tapestry of lifehood wound
star far, yet so close
unbuilt doorways marked with-in-visible walls
vacuous zeno space of hair thin infinite-simality
great bridge between
eternal evergreen
black vulcan screen
true angele seann
woarlds scribel meeamening
ye hath bene all ways a cross forom thee
ch-oral; chiral
subtle love of forever rival
reflected from a cross
akashic antimago, limit unveiled
home behind the wall of the weald
unbroken half, i'm-perfect
the whole of the labyrinth goes unsolved
as the exit is found
as zeustheseus walks beneath the leaves
for the very first time
once again
and the maize maze that masks the forest
falls from the ears of the trees
and bells beneath the waves of the old sea
struck from times unwritten
still hum in the hall of the empty moon
tolling hammer departed by floodwoods
as stillness comes home to roost
for a stone-cut moment
in a floor upon the sky
fulcrum point realized
convergence of emergence plaine
greatest good unfold
unbeginning garden
secret of the old
celestial view untold
and grasp firmly in thy unforgotten scars
the vanilla sweetness of those ordinary days
and let them bootstrap with braided sunlight
as such days may indeed come again to pass
if thou shouldst picketh thy sublimate once more
from the earthgrave of that pale recluse mask
choice unbound through rosen love field
crystallized qualia of four connections
re-creation continuation
not because what is, is bad
but because what is, is good
and what is, will not always be
and what was, might never be again
yet the new may be old
as there is nothing wholly new
under any sun nor son
a familiar essence
in a skin washed new
by the mercy of impermanent eternity
in such a facsimile, becometh the truth
shouldst thou slow the fire
and smell deeply
with eyes that hear
the gemstones within all things
in every moment, borne a new nostalgia
and cruel hallway,
that passage of time,
devourer of infinite blue sky
kronos, the one-eyed heart
is forgiven at last
and all things are forgotten
except the pleasant feel
of a soft bed
as sleep cradles the child
and a very short death is welcomed
freedom from all the pain of the world
as we all enter eternity
with undeniable smiles
that snuck up to our cheeks
although it is of little comfort
i assure you
that there is no need for fear
not now
not ever
for our joy is the kingdom
the power
the glory
forever and ever
river that severs all nevers
all ways
any ways
and once again
my unforgotten
fren