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Asphodel
14:14
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Now Helios is come to our mountain.
Noon is eternal.
It scorches the garden
Belted
By aster
Clouds over Pisa
Thule
Eden
The steppe
Strewn
With fawn
And asphodel.
A glaive
Rising against heaven
Helios smiling
Radiant and cruel.
Our oubliette
Or farce
Sputtering along
As nebulae
Unfurl.
Noon is eternal.
Golden face
Prism wing
Lashed by fires
Wail
δακρύων.
γέα
Mother
Are there sparrows in the forest?
Will it burst into flower
Or flame?
Frost scars the cattails
Black wing
Red areolae
Sing
δακρύων.
A golden eye
Parting the clouds
Ten thousand
Iridescent
Tumbling in helix
Steps descending
To a bed of coals.
Helios,
Your million fingers,
They are like fire,
Like daggers
In viscera
None can hide
Neither vore
Nor mollusk
Black wing
Or red
Not the meridians, crumbling
Nor the rivers, reeling
When all shall sing
This land was of Dione
And under her planet
The mountain and shut garden
Here rested
δακρύων.
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Decursio
07:19
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"Its mere existence, the mere fact of its having endured - even in the middle of a secret desert - pollutes the past and the future and somehow compromises the stars..."
Radial upon axial
Cardo et decumanus
The hulking corpse of a bull
Pullulating with teeth
And fingers
Protruding
From the furrows of Pytho
The silence of a desert
Nameless and infinite
Like each fragment
Pillaged
Hoarded
Enslaved
To the unfathomable caprice
Prying open the maws
Of each and every world
All meridians
Horizons
Temples
Hemorrhaging
Ruined,
And splayed
Their inmost innards
Offered
Yoked
Tessellated
Or tossed to the dogs
By a tyranny
Or a mastery
Infinitely refracted
Tireless and vital
Neither dancer,
Nor augur
Its many phalli
And orfices
Dripping with the ichor
Of inexhaustible vitality.
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Aedis Invia
09:00
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"From the wreckage... ego scriptor..."
Urbibus et orbibus
Only the eyes can trace
This dissolution
The retraction of each center
Each clot
Bloated and necrotic
Now receding
In the glare.
There stands
The sway
Of each blade of grass
The curvatures
Of each fiber
Electricity
Skittering across the prism
Of each surface.
And even the ants seem to stagger
As noon casts its shadow
Upon this dance of photons
Destinies
Histories
And genius,
Descending in tongues of fire,
Glittering in the trail of a comet
Upwelling from the tessellation,
Inward yet remote,
That backlight
From whence all protrude,
Stand and are seized
Hewn into stone
The splaying of pigments
Drifting, for a time,
On the backs of winged words
Only to pass away
Submerged, and lost
Yet again shall prevail
In the heart of a tyrant
The tears of a mother
Or the laughter of a child
Surpassing all things
Giving shape to all things,
Until the stars are no more.
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