was earth ever more than some insignificant speck of space-dust,
suspended in a sun-beam amongst a trillion others ?
* * *
intergalactic war-chariot breaking through the Oort cloud
exploding forth with supraphysical acceleration
Anunna queen, the one crowned in cosmic wreath,
traverse in gold chariots across eternal fields of nebulae :
a magnificent gamma scepter and the mighty blade of Inanna –
bane of Humwawa – rest on her hips !
two bottles of black Parisian absinthe
in her two crooked witches’ hands
spills into the wounds of the world
and iterates the ultimate ominous
Lovecraftian fatalism of mankind
prophetess of fundamental nuclei destruction :
hers is the work, this unpredictable,
unforeseeable, incalculable mass collapse
of moon and man and muon alike
Anunnaki mysticism
deciphered and revealed
queen of the lost ice planetesimals ! her hand commands …
solar systems error and fault in planned, orchestrated failure –
despot bitch with eyes as Titan and Ganymede
chortling impishly across time and space her supernova sounds !
cosmic prime mover, pulsator of inflationary epochs
tumbling about from the deepest origin of all mysticisms
a fatalistic exploration of human knowledge is encouraged
because Queen knows, it ends inevitably
in a lamented reality unspeakable, unexplainable :
the madness, folly and lunacy which greets us
at the borders to the unknown !
a random absurd cosmic darkness
ambushing the forces of order
the cosmic queen retracts her psalmata...
she spits panspermia into the evervoids !
no human-like life shall ever flourish again
and no green-blue planet shall breathe ever again either
now ! unknown life-forms emerge
from beyond the isotropic curve
amassing from a tenth planet obscure
cloud-pylons ! anti-matter, aether
and absinthe-storms above
see the stars twinkle in the sky ?
… they are collapsing infernally up there !
faster than the speed of light,
she measures her journey in astronomical units
as she penetrates the outer realms of L a n i a k e a !
Uppsala's premier sewer-rat - the town's least prolific amateur wordsmith. poetry-attempts seeped in the historical, the mythical and the ever-so-human. A fiery follower of the 'Poete maudit' tradition. Apocalypticist and eschatological. Anti-modern. Decadent, spiritual, extreme, beautiful, dystopian, romantic. Personal, confessional, devotional. Everything posted = work in progress. This blog writes under the banner of, and in ever allegiance to, The End Commune (2012-2022; revived in 2025)
Thursday, October 5, 2023
"BREAKING THROUGH THE OORT CLOUD"
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