1. MYROBLYSIIA

My internal collapse - dare to stand
Open the mouths, chasms of the forebear’s corpse
The taste of our mother’s flesh, the fading chorus
Embodied the motionless who pause to exhale

Hands severed and hung aligned
Scavenged fragments of the wretched dressed
The nigredo carved upon the forehead with fire
It is legion that hides within. Therein. Herein. Within.

Assembled, orb-less, black mires mourning
Watchers in the wake, carrion choir
Rivers traced upon the ravaged callouses
The crux, the cripple - I, futility, I, futility
Futility

A hammer held by gnarled fingers
The fist of cold stares, the unrelenting
A cry to mass, phantom phrasings
The rise and fall of faith

My other name spoke from within this ruin - and hallowed be…
As I nailed the hands of the many limbed - O endless limbs
Aloft, their palms acknowledged, anointed…and drowning
Odour of sanctity, blessed putrescence

It beckoned the dead man and his burial places
As dyadic yet as I
Transfiguration of melded light
For it is divinity who hides within. Therein. Herein.

There is only all
Wretched in all this glory
There is only I
Radiant in rot


2. GLACIIAL

Weep of all white
Weighted faces of misery
Weep of all white

As the rivers run - of dying swans
Contorting to ruin

From the aqueducts of anguish
Persistence / Always
The colossus of pain, of mind and bone, melting tow
Of the maudlin creases, to heave, bereave

Veins seep the valleys
Like bloated worms of the earth
The gravity, the burden, the will
Draping clouded skin
Breathing against the current
Drowning in bitterness
Beloved frailty
The perpetual strain
The strain
Senescent
Estranged

Time-scapes grind
The flowing form
Stretched across mould
Degenerating
From the fractures
Of antiquity
The everlasting lies - all lies
The lies of all flesh...

Piercing the silence
The deafening dawn

Against the rising sun
The fading pulse
Echoes of life
We are

All paths converge
Descent upon descent
The great cleansing
The age of cold
Old
Glacial
Old


3. OUBLIIETTE

O framed, grace fall - broken, forgotten
Where depths erode God’s hand
The grime, the coarse, all the vile
I sup the bile of man
I bathe in the waste of man

Gleaming eyes through filth
Of Caravaggio scorning
Fading, a bowed ray of light
Memories in halo, to paint away this mind

Walls of shadow, wells of sorrow, they call my name

Pallid vessel
Gnarled, arched, and true
Cynosure, the poisoned arrow
The brush, tendrils of mine
Reaching, composing, violating
All my blessings…

Of mortar and mould
Nails trace their cold faces
Upon weary stone stares
The art of my haemorrhage

A portrait to this dolour
Tetraptych, these walls
Panels loom limbo
The endless forms of suffering
Smothering...

I, enthroned... Dethroned
Where this existence belongs
I sit, I breathe, I wait
Upon this mound of bones
The gallery stares
I am home
I am home


4. WRIITHE

This room, cold, empty
O father, failure
Forsaken but free
For hate is the house of the holy

With severed wings and a cross to burn
A fist of ash when dust is the fare
Time fleeting, the disease of life
Faith's perversion
Godless...rise

Pages of skin turn
With the carving wind
The endless churning
...Degradation
And beaten with forked tongues
Smothered in gold
Lashings of the sun
Awaiting it's fall
The fall…the fall of light
...And the fear of hope
What are we without hope?

Crown of the eclipse
Wreathed, this blackhole - hollow
Vacant righteousness
Long live their emptiness
Swallowing the void
Inversion of being
Becoming whole – Revealing

Onwards - withered and worn
And the rats trail bearing gifts
Gnawing of limbs, festering - Vermin gods, pathetic
In worship, in wake - Sepsis, seeping - parched are the children
Weeping tears, as maggots fall into the well of stone hands
Broken teeth scraping mould, earned granules
Insatiable
The age of illusion
Phantasmagoria
The poison of promise
Purging from divine eyes
One last kiss

Crawling as one
Despair, a mouthing draught
Bleeding the path, serpentine
From flesh to bone
The wear of the way
Wading worth in waste
Dying, the stench to come
What was will be
-And the bodies will rise-

Pain is always
Our bloodletting, heart-wrenching
Writhe
Silence waits with open arms
War within, war without
To suffer is to know
To writhe is to live
Writhe