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…you await a handsome savior
but the plain man draws near… -Paul Hoover
where are you?
you are emptiness?
emptiness in the virgin?
The streets will never be sated
The veins will ever be naked
The cycle will never be grated
For slivers turn one; things cannot wage.
The revelery is one. One in blindness.
Hunger is hungry
Thirst is thirsty
The sceptre is septic
Manacle is the mantra
The tongue is toxic.
Let the chest choke in alchemy
Let the tunnel turn fiery
Let the neurones of swords be scary
Let graves seal being sole solace
Catalysed by you.
Your delimma is our knot
the nut of our circle.
This is the womb! For yesterday is
today is not, tomorrow is nothing.
You came as your microbe, only with monotones
will you come again in body and soul?
Turn with the eyes of the heart
come with the heart of the eyes.
Make our trances of you be liars
make the liars of our trances our clichés.
Will you come, the archetypal hurricane, will you come
to make our faces, since Dreamtime, a million suns?
where are you?
you are emptiness?
emptiness in the virgin?
Lord of Verses 