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.
Possibly the greatest black metal record ever produced. Ancient-modern elegance, beauty, and perfection in every domain - riffs, musicianship, composition, production... everything. I'm floored. Serpent Column