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fr Days of Mercury
Silent wail of embroyonic
nova from that
spatial blank moment,
transmuted dust unlock
timemaps as Casandra does the math of Troy
Did I travel then
will I come home to illusion that mocks this place
We fed on the knowledge of iinfinity & wanted so much more
that we knew nothing in the end.
So we blinded ourselves with the end in view
from The Reading
Tarquam
His heaving blue shoulders face away
from the rust moon
singing Father of Water
naked on the dead soil
pierces ground fly
on the specter of the dove
crowned in the avian principality
foretold in jagged mountain
hidden beyond thunder
masque of creativity
closing her eyes
in the afterburn of
quicksilver rainbow
Iris transmoon
she feels a livid sun
thrown by the shade of the lost
digs her feet into the root
envisions the Earth unwelt
from its axis
echos radiant seed sounds
Om Gam Ganapatayai Namah