Wednesday 30 January 2019

The Swallower of Myriads


I am a dawn god.

Net-Unnut stands in a cascade of slats
A rainbow of dull shadows
The Four Blazing Flames
Of charcoal and ash

Ears arched into the soughing and silence
Listen for the burning of cornfields

A spindled arm stretches out
Like a sceptre from the Bark of Night
Reaches for the light-switch
Of electrified frost
That has burnt the green hedges grey
That has bleached the grey fields green
That has turned him into a drawing
Made decades before.

Its breath is fire.

I have reached the horizon as a great falcon
I have overcome my impediment in the horizon
I have saved myself from the slayers
The plumes tremble
As I am stablished on your head
The Lady of the Hour.

A silver eye slides down the black hill
That does not loom over your landscape
The uraeus makes firm your head
As eyes exchange the watery abyss
Where we are not sitting silently one last time.

I regard myself as a dawn god.

Sunday 6 January 2019

Sade Vectensis

... the wight shall bugger-fuck us both ...
[found phrase, Juliette]