magnetar1:

Elemental Progeny

Wastes of pre-memory: seas of ill-conquest, bathed in stars,
Risen blind with the drunkenness of a retching crew …
They all have flowers in their eyes – storms of the bountiful,
Raging hearts, fecund & salivating marchers.

In the beginning & the end there is only THIS curse,
To believe with eyes of strangers that this IS Covenant,
A meeting ground between sinking castes, revenant tides.

All that is born in the bath, seeding with blind recalcitrance;
Order of Hypatia, gathering at the shores …
Reduced to a science, they revolt with non-euclidian borders;
Inter-dimensional afterbirth: in the Dawn of Heavy Monsters.

Nothing like the ones who saw it coming, with color & fury,
Purple face of its bloated mastery over the shifting of plates,
Delirious effusions of green gases reducing pressures within.

Incongruous doom, behaving like a child everywhere it goes,
Truth of the moment sparing no abstraction,
Ruptured will IS will again, penetrating to reservoirs of dusk,
Where sea touches sky, reflecting static of intoxicating unions.   

Artwork By Leonora Carrington

Source: magnetar1

frater440:

“Indeed to cast a spell is simply to spell, to manipulate words, to change peoples consciousness, and this is why I believe that an artist or writer is the closest thing in the contemporary world to a shaman.”

– Alan Moore

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