RAGANA

1. INVIOLATE

Follow fog to where I found you.
((O holy earth, bright-flowering weeds, I sing to thee, I sing to thee.))
Hollow clearing, nearing evening.
We made a home in the empty space between two mossy stones, a nest of
String and lace - beneath where moths fly, circling in twilight
O holy earth -
O hollow place -
Inviolate and empty space.

Impermanent world, we lose what we hold -
But we made a home
In the space between
The endless past and the endless unseen.

Gray stone, rest now. Water will find you.
Earth is singing -
(I will hold you forever)
Earth is burning -
(I will hold you forever)
Rising water will hold you forever.
We are cinders rising upwards forever.


2. THE VOID

I hear your voice and I know you want to follow me.
I know the void is easy - I know what it wants from me.
I know you'll spend your whole life looking back at me.


3. THE SUN

I am from the sun - I am from my mother - and we will die together.
I am from the sun, inviolate - and they will never win - I promise you.
And when they ask who killed the world, we'll tell the truth.


THOU

4. THE FOOL WHO THOUGHT HE WAS KING

In the murk of mindless certitude all relevance is diffused. Join us in fetal security, sweet succulent pacification. We are engorged in self empowerment. Bloated magnificence sustained by unalterable judgments, mapping out the limitations of social interaction, of artistic abstraction. In the murk of mindless certitude all relevance is diffused. Join us in fetal security, that strengthening pacification. Lift high these banners proclaiming empty dissent. We useless heralds of transgression, of neutered transgression, of pacified transformation. Join us in fetal security, huddled together in bovine placidity. Unoffending restraint affecting no one, changing nothing.


5. DEATH TO THE KING AND ALL HIS LOYAL SUBJECTS

Ascending through the hive of the ancients, crafting candles of ethereal dissent, we are the heirs and masters to the grey throne of melancholia. We are so very worthless, and everything we do is meaningless. Towering, gilded, white pedestals erected in supplication to these raise'ed demigods, detached and preening with conceit. We are so very worthless, and everything we do is meaningless. Everything we've ever done--everything we'll ever do--is meaningless. Attend our needs. Servants, lie in debasement, sustained on the crumbs of pseudo intellect, dime store wisdom disguised as politico philosophy. The illusion of ideology. The imposition of precious ego. No room for opposition. One view rules all. One view ruins all. What was once a strength is now an affectation, a glamour cast over unsuspecting acolytes. But straddling mystery and candor leaves the bloody lips exposed. Reticence abandoned. Mythos dismantled. Blustering malcontents, so pedestrian, so very mundane. Childish bores talking and talking and talking in circles. Oh, you treacherous swine. Self entitled scum hiding in the fog of poverty, the veil of the oppressed. Self righteous ire. Self absorbed privilege. Self aggrandizing dribble. Tribulations contrived amidst vacillating abstraction reeking of guilt and greed. Fecund ambivalence from ostentatious parasites. Deluded vanity inextricably entwined. Instability, insecurity. Flagellants revealed. We are so very worthless, and everything we do is meaningless. Go now to the scourge pits to atone.