an intense columnar vortex manifest
from dank and nitrous vaults hidden amongst
noctilucent labyrinths of cloudery
katabatic winds roll downward the stair-paths
from the temple in the billow of palls
to squall across the calm ground down there
and to stir mayhem
a sulphur agent dissolves
the bronze cage around the aether-demons,
now unfettered !
columns of black emissions
splinter the auroral play of colors eternally above
the skies rot to atmospheric jaundice
by the dazzling mist-lights of a lycanthropic moon
ominous volumes of smoke hurl into the air
unborn, ever-enduring,
constant and primordial
bruised arms reach around
a colossal titan sun blue and cold
as to wrestle it down, rip it
from its suspension in the sky
multicellular storms gather a menace...
the coldest williwaws known to geo-history storm about...
a theological gamma-burst collapses
all atheistic solar systems :
the gospel from dank and nitrous vaults
is not for the faint of heart !
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
"FROM DANK & NITROUS VAULTS"
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