I
king of the hostile quasar !
stelliferous beast without origin
throne without end, anechoic void
upon a tundra in the cosmic septentrion :
fantastically obscure to the naked human eye
and lost forever in asterism rat-nests !
gatekeepers of the GN-z11 realm,
amethyst-fanged beasts of the farthest space
pursuing from beyond the ultimate meridian
to battle the flame-born basilisks of Alpha Scorpii
the star-beasts battle in constellatory theatre,
a timeless outing of the yet another
anniversary cosmic implosion
II
hostile whorls in the night-sky
spin into mass hypnotic effect
cruor of celestial bodies splatter
alizarin spasms across the death-black vista
which emanates across the heliosphere
hallucination becomes reality
hallucination ceases to cease
lines between cosmophobia and cosmonoia are blurred
mystical systems of glyphic code
etched into bedrocks as starmaps
guide the madman into liminal states
between this and the other...
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)
Sunday, October 8, 2023
"THE HOSTILE WHORLS"
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