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I would carve my own ruin

out of men of straw, lumps of dirt

I was abomination, I was cowered flight,

the chosen few, I embodied night.

All hell is suggested by a spark

encroaching vapour, engulfing dark

Tendrils of clotted ends, snatching with claws

what void this silence, this absence of laws

Coeval sunsets, enthralling shimmers

of an abyssal recluse, a chosen hollow

Pale skies shatter, living dust of the dead

The burrowing race into Limbo followed

Heartbeats thumping feeble goodbyes

A muted waving to shimmering skies

Enthralled by darkness, accepting the nill

Spiritual silence, talpaedic will.

All truth is suggested by this light

Our entropic insight, a hubristic rite

Mirage of distance now scattered in time

Transgressing the separate, primordial crime.

I spoke a world of words in reverse

Closing the paths that my blood had traversed

I discarded all loyalty to urge and intent

My venom is utterly spent.

An arena of liars, they welcome the flood

A tradition of tongues, of throats bred to rot

Eyelids shut hard against summoning skies

Their waters run shallow, the dead drown their prize.

Obverse and reverse sides of a coin, simulacra forged

man-made resemblance in the profoundness of Erebus' glare

A labyrinth that consists of a single straight line, invisible, endless.

«My flesh may feel fear; I myself do not.» Mine own cross to bear.

I allow the days to forget me.

All transience is reflected in this sudden end

Fire in the folds of the living pit’s descent

Where mourners glory in their escape from the fates

Drunk on their names reap kleos at death’s gates

Death of the spirit, not of the heart

Suffocating rigour rids the palate of doubt

The one ipse dixit in our surroundings dank

is the clasp of the herd, the writ of without.

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