OUROBORUSto the angel of fallen winds, sovereign of the house of deneb:for all the undying intake of breathfor the delicate ruin of epochsover the slow stretch of time, aed eidon—the loss was absoluteforgive me those trespasses, ancientforgive me for having simply wept, facedownin echoed times and echoed spacesin deepnight when (between the stars)our bodies would freeze and fall as snowof the annunaki shiver-format heaven's gates; the doors of aidonand we wait for that holy light to warm our sailshere you find me, ice and bloodand the sleeping strings of potential energyice and cold rain. heavenly god, i have waite
109951GRAIL109951 GRAILonly hushed whispers.silence falls over these hills like a shroud, here past the deep wood cuts and streams like veins; a lake of blood.twilight eases into ink, andi wander in search of the Nine, and the Nine.hung from my world tree withash in the branches, ash in the sky. i was nearly omnipotentfor a time. still the haunt in my bones creaksthe waning cold and crackl, that crisp of the moon; she blots out the stars with her autumnal glowand songs to the air concerning the far cornersof earth; where things are kepthidden and vaulted, so removed thatonly hushed whispers tellthat you were there onc
109958HALF-LIFE109958HALF-LIFEradioactive decay.i absorb the neutral particles like a quiet lithium blanketas you begin to fusethe energies released rival all conventional methods;i can only imagine(i have become inert and meaningless here--the white noise is absolute)in the outer cold i am a stranger to your isotopic city on a hillnot wanting to believei have traveled so far only tocollect the remainderin the weak glow of yourhalf life
109948HANGATYR109948HANGATYRsleep in the branches of the world tree.i want to take down the stars i placed in the sky for youand put them around my neckhung from the chains ofall the days i've waitedfor this onetied with nine cords andpierced by a spear,i want the life to seep from the cuts in my skinwhile i hang like odin from the dying tree
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