4.3 Oneiromageia

Swooping mist-swathed eyes

Taste mud-pools rich,

Hot moans fragrant

Slicing moist grove’s sleep;

Steeped in charcoal shadow

Time-wrights sing

Balmy prayers for

Seasons’ briny birth –

Water with tears

Our memories’ journey,

Since dream-blown waves

Hurt not the longing seeds;

Let iridescent dust-

Streams coalesce,

That cosmic lotus-clouds

Burst into thought.

Life's a puzzle, life's a dream: life a penny-dreadful scream.

Each year, Sothis, waspish, 

Lick-spits grit-grains, seeding

In-between space with larvae,

Parasitic, stinging

Our caterpillar veins;

Dull-whetted, urges us, pulsing again.

Life's explosive, life's extreme: life's a bust machine:

Azure recycling smother,

Sky-ink blotted altogether;

Ineluctable cloud-cuckoos cluster: 

Intervening? Not ever.

Life is liquid, life is clean: life a self-made meme. 

Somewhere, salmon run, lightninged

By unchosen glorification;

They rustle their scalene folds,

Melt on: 

Up-river torrent unperturbed. 

Life is flimsy, life's surreal:

Always invisible; on soft margins, lurking,

We pretend to witchcraft, caressingly rendered;

In day’s grand schemes, merely implicated;

Finding ourselves inconsequential:

Self-schooled in venal symbol-rousing;

Where lukewarm logic trumps scorched living

Life, stolen; as

Desire out-acts shrugged-off deed.

Life is life.

             Life is.

                       Life.

                             Is.

It is the time of the Great Liar, 

Sulphurous shadows begin to fall:

He who bridges the whimpering ocean,

Slinks up to the city walls,

Those spire-topped ramparts, strong as adamant,

A protective soul-shield for all.

Then with tempting chains of plenty,

Sweet ligatures of lies,

Let in with unthinking transgressions,

Even by the wise: 

In sins of anger, greed, repression,

Of self-regard, and lust,

An echo of hoarse breath is felt,

Turning love to dust.

None is spared by the spectre,

Cringing in its ghostly embrace,

A parasite in our civic blood, passed,

Stealthy, from place to place.

Corruption weakens strongholds,

Squeezing sneering serpent coils.

Thus, the best become as liars – 

In falsehood’s yoke to toil!

Today, taut, tanned torso tensed,

Tingling, twitchy, truculent,

Trim tendons tempered

To trounce, tear, transform;

Toiling to topple trite

Televisual tropes, trussed

Tight to tricky, trumped-up

Titbits, tantalisingly

Tongue-tip-toted

To terse, turgid,

Twitter-titillated,

Toddling twerps,

Trolley-trundling towards

Terminally tropical torpor,

Tantamount to tragic tribulation.

Tossed tides turn; tonight, tomorrow,

Tessellating twisted twilight;

Time to trumpet tirelessly,

Together, tenacious –

Transgress tawdry tyrants'

Trendy, toxic taboos!

You course the depths, a chalk-grey shroud,

Corpse-wound on chill child, soon to be

Worm-churned, consumed by careless ground;

Your eyes coin-closed, no more to see

Moon’s borrowed light play on spent surf,

Clayed ears to hear dawn’s wounded mirth.

Beyond eternity you’ll lie:

Potential sins ground then to dust;

Thus no more shall swift spirits fly,

All earthy treasures rendered rust,

By million lye-tears pleading wrung;

With hearth-crushed lullabies once sung.

No starry vault cracks at my cries;

No absent gods flee my heart’s wrath:

What icy sword now stabs my side?

Will your face always sear my thought?

My mind’s a curs'd-ship, tempest-toss'd;

My second’s lapse: your future’s loss.

The snide liar propounds grand

Untruths with a vehement zeal,

They stream forth from his mind like

Harsh waves of cold moon’s jealous fire;

With vile songs does he wage

Bleak war on your unwilling ears,

With dire sights does he make

Your eyes cry hot tears of blood.

The few who are faithful are

Tested beyond all human strength;

Those who surrender themselves

Become fat on the wages of sin.

This information age entraps us all,

A web is woven twining worldly-wide,

Enchantments icy silence new ideas,

In hash-tagged handcart, go we, quick, to hell.

Dawns death’s new day as springs forth doubt indeed,

Desire destroys us, lacks with, us doth damn,

As passions we pretend; on screens import

Hypnotic happiness, that makes us harsh.

Now absence angry henceforth over-awes,

Exploiting even souls’ exploring eyes;

Avoid we always making things of art,

As hearts grow heavy, weighted down with hate.

So means machine by which we much transmit,

We should eschew that human nature shine

From mouth to mind; no interface is meet,

When forthright face spreads love’s consuming fire.

Cold wind blows, destructive

To silent, vulnerable trees,

The end of their glory

Under the wrath of sullen

And vindictive clouds.

Like kings deposed – stripped –

Of their finery none remains,

But lies forlorn; no longer bright,

It decomposes, somehow

Imperceptibly muting,

Eventually to fade away –

An incidental death –

In the unreal half-light

Of a weak and slowly

Tortured sun. No-where,

Where doom hangs heavy

In the air. Omnipotent.

Asphyxiating. Like

The coming storm.

Mannahàttan, Kazavràgka and Baghdâd

Watch natal radar star-call gallant hands,

Tram-track away past's fragrant back-scratch fads:

Aghast as swarthy bad-lads grab vast lands.

Lávàna: Sabbath blackjack play has sway;

Grand Hávuhd rajas' wands fast charm crass arts;

Kanàsta bars stalk Arkuhnsóh’s sad ways:

Far paths awash, as card-sharps cast blank charts.

Harsh war-clangs blast daft chaps that stand apart,

Bland vandal packs thrash Swtakh’s ramparts brash:

As fatal scandal’s vacant flashbacks start,

Dark sand-man's mantras, cash-mad vagrants trash.

Calm charlatans walk Panamà’s flat tracks:

Warm days can’t last; slack chalk-wan quacks, all wrack.

Repeat, return, recant ye not

This charnel-bound incarceration;

Your absurd soulless lives live out,

Thrall to contagious generation;

Accept escape be not your lot

You’ll not be saved from last damnation;

For friend and foe alike do plot –

Life’s blotting out, in conflagration!

Sullenly we mouth a wordless curse-prayer

For those stellar burn-outs who fade away

Like overwrought, opportunistic, Milky-Way wrecks, 

Gone vastly awry at ultimate End of Days;

Ragnarok blood-bathed, blemished, battered,

Banished, blinded, besmirched, burned; 

Erased, effaced, as twisting Cosmos tumbles, 

Ever-exhausted, expanding infinitely outwards. 

Oh, let their heads be crowned forever,

With laurel – in oblivion!

How the moon in her sky

Shines cold through night’s long day,

And covers with the clouds’ mirth

All her loveless features.

Proud light creates a path

Straight to Heaven’s lych-gate,

To bear up life-shorn souls

In time’s ocean shipwrecked.

NOTE: The EGO's "official line" on the mythology of the Sun and the Moon is alluded to above. Many sundry people, in many different places, and throughout the existence of the Thorlin, have thought quite differently regarding these two celestial orbs. — P.M.

Our barnacled surf-bodies hug soft nameless remnant-bones,

Which slumber, counting blessings under slithers of moth-moons,

In a doubtful foreign country where lost love-boats don’t capsize,

And Childhood’s flame-girt park-keeper hums sheepish ghost-dog tunes.

Land-locked sluggards, slow evolving, pay no heed to soul-less shoes:

Passion-forging wanton swan-machines to cross boundless time-tossed seas;

Thought-foxes microscopic explore dusk with ice-cream cries,

Snuffling sorcery earth-scented, carving myths from word-whipped breeze.

Young rat-boy later tags his art as if weighing mountain fog:

Clay-shod imagination-leaps, just his way of sailing proud;

Alternate self-conceptions sprays, with volcanic rock-melt grace,

Anthemic, hardcore bass-track rousing stern nocturnal crowds –

Cloud-crowned in sleep’s oblivion: cloaked in grave-beholden shrouds.

What are mates for –

Friends we once trusted –

Who use us then stab us, 

Fleece us, do us over,

Maroon us there,

Boiling in bile?

They demand extirpation:

Who cannot but abhor beasts like these?

Oh, resolving these issues

Lets the shrinks, cons, tall-talkers,

Prating anodynes, chuckling,

As they gorge on our soul-shards,

Grow fat on our anguish for years!

Smallest baby leaf,

Are you dead or sprouting forth,

Wrapped in crinkled gauze?

Single stalk back-bone,

Yellow edges dry and furled –

Green sap ebbs away!

How must spring have been,

Fragile thing – vulnerable;

Born only to die?

Just like a child’s hand,

Keenly grasping the most air;

And yet it escapes.

Maybe you recall,

In this ghostly withered form,

All whom we have lost –

Then drop without fuss,

From the weeping mother bough:

Ah, life is so cheap?

Oh blast!

How great is fate –

I'm skint but glow with bliss!

But why was I not born real sad

But rich? 

And then again – 

Once,

I used to be jealous

Of bankers who're rolling in money.

Although now I grin when I dream of their empty 

Existence.

Evolution –

Has provided the camels

With blubbery humps

That they glide not away 

Through needles' eyes;

The fatted merchants

Who farm them, however,

Have few qualms

About them escaping.

Blessed

Meek who hunger,

thirst, and peace-keep:

Mourn those just, 

kept poor, who

Pure of heart, miss 

Mercy.

Lucre – truly spawns such

Filthy fruit with feckless

Loving – Well, that's only if you

Have some!

So – forgive,

Bland skies above,

Blind thieves' misdeeds;

We make them play the king –

Then swap our jests

For knives.

How breed thoughts’ precious links?

Fish-lightning sparks they spawn,

Escaping neural nets,

Trapped not in barbed-wire lines

Of academic texts –

Pure ideation’s dawn.

Unnamed, thought splashes forth,

Mind sips moon’s dreamy foam,

In night’s green salty steeped,

Inscribing rocky truths

On creeping dunes iron-hewn:

Hot facts we’ve always known.

Thought dredges life’s abyss,

Where earth-made bodies drown;

Dissolving fractured hearts,

Illusions melt away,

Black hole embedding hu–

–Man whole, is me –

Deep down.

The woodsman sent to fell the tree

Attacks it with his axe:

He cuts and gouges, green sap spurts,

He groans and grunts his job is hard,

The effort of destruction is as much

As he can bear.

And then exhausted by his work,

The great oak starts to topple, and

The more it tips the worse it screams,

Its roots from earth are rudely torn,

It flails, it falls, with final sigh

It settles, silent, on its side,

No longer standing proud, it dies.

Another life by man wiped out – 

But many more will grow, no doubt?

I clamber the mountain of madness,

Wrapped in blue-milken dreams;

Where starving hearts growl, stone-cloaked

In obliquely riddling screams;

Feral child-wolf lonelier than angels,

Toe-top-full with apple-metal zeal;

Doomed to delve chthonic snake-twined stronghold,

As tear-nail winter falls on failing wheel.

Up fox-path sly I scramble,

By deathless glacier-lake,

Abyssal rock-wall shades me,

As I pursue sun’s withering flake.

Atop culled vale’s cruel tombstone,

Grim scree-wraiths whimper vacant names:

I decant into sleep’s dead corner,

Strength devoured by sin-smithied flames;

I watch sky-fields breathe in ultraviolet,

Night-gazing from giant’s chair;

Slurp bleak neutrino-splattered star-winds,

Waltz with astral denizens fair.

Then – raw honks torn from geese escaping

Our uncertain, heedless world,

Usher cracks in the sheer sapphire casket

Within Eyrth’s taut rainbows furled:

Coiled matter-strings vibrate on time-fronds,

Dense coal-orbs itching to howl;

Peace suffocates, marrow-icing;

Fungoid fruit stench, pinewood air befouls.

Next – welt-scourge holly-berry birth-screams,

Ever softening as unnamed ones slip near:

Those vile snow-coat, rust-eared hate-hounds,

Scything souls into Otherworldly mere;

World’s frame disjoints – Strained nature dies;

Boiled chrism anoints – Palm-reeds outcry;

Cruel judge appoint – Soul quaking spies;

Frail hope aroints – In fragments lies.

Crazed jet-faced huntsman Acamar,

From frozen house in far fiery flood,

Wild-iron, rut, rieving wrath spills,

Culling transient soil-sprouted love;

I cower babe-bare before desolation:

Fear-spoor leads beast-king straight to me;

My flesh-raw yell cleaves impotent silence:

Rage-spawned magic at last set free –

Born of astral background echo,

Scalding thoughts before language fly,

Honing dream-forged symbols into weapons:

Ochre mirror-shards slice myriad demon eyes!

Blazing misery of warped assimilation:

Routed spectres banshee-screech themselves away;

Just-germed word-wright lies stupefied in dawn’s breast,

Until roused by sneaking tendrils of harsh day.

Void-gazing psyche’s forever splintered:

Twinned supernova and vacuum I now contain;

Bards or maniacs descend that gaunt hilltop:

Is he both; are we one; art thou twain?

So, scratching out entropic cosmic roiling

With honeyed hand and bloody tongue:

Asking always canny, harrowed, questions:

From creation’s mumbled vowels not yet wrung —

Technoglossist, Ling-wiz’d am I become

… Y fi ydy’r Dewin sy’n ‘neud aur o blwm

… Nunc egō Essendī Incantātor sum!

Proud peals of church-bells cry out death or marriage;

Not, though, for youthful fighters sacrificed

Knee-deep in mire where mortars scorn their passage,

In soon-embracing bomb-blast waste of life.

Blind mud-beasts feral stalk the foreign trenches

And mock with sudden salvoes muttered prayers,

Sent up by mournful choir that doubts its senses,

Far-flung from home and hearth, entombed by cares.

Crazed fanfares call these patient lambs to slaughter;

Choked gas-ghosts ravish boys’ lungs in fresh Hells,

Where, ears still ringing with their sweet-hearts’ laughter,

Sad eyes torment with candles of farewell.

Wrecked poppies now their only memory;

Blood-tears of parents whom they’ll no more see.

Plutonic rime or Martial flame:

Which element's most meet to frame

Your hope's demise? – If scorn sprouts first,

With scalding numbness you’ll be cursed

To feel your nascent ardour die –

No longer etched in rose-hued sky,

It retches, snivelling, packed in snow:

A shrivelled weed too weak to grow.

The second option, cut-glass passion

Destroys us in a different fashion,

When red-hot pulsing hearts command

Disdain for suitors' weak demands

For mercy! – Then the gore-drenched fight

Proceeds relentless, day and night,

Until, at last, both lie consumed–

By lust unfettered, hell-wards doomed!

Soon the skies' dumb-struck dam-walls shall

Break, loosing waters of strife,

Unleashing from bondage, thorned

Hope's scourging flame in men's hearts;

Then, the ice-torrent shall pour forth,

A fierce fresh-cleansing flood;

That blood-tide that bestirs

In soft flesh red-hot magma of life;

A shock-charge that slices

Fear's fetters with truth's subtle knife.

And at last the lost sheep shall be sealed

With the gentle rose tint of love’s kiss;

And cracked hearts be sent forth

To repose in the crystalline stars;

A song of rent stone shall snatch you

From death’s vast ravenous maw,

When you take your appointed seats

By the turquoise throne.

Let all those who love life echo praise

To the poles of Eyrth’s globe;

And oblivion's vile servants

Be exiled in dark evermore!

Minuter than amoeboid mitochondria,

Insta-child sprung from linseed grain;

An incendiary kiss awakes me,

Born asleep inside green marble vein;

Pollen-blown by cheeky germinating pain.

In rare monkey-shade I magic walls:

Roof, hearth, fire, smoke, yet no heart-home;

There chequered breeze cuts rainbow wrap

Of ferny-fence and wormy-dew,

Leaf-veiny growth in fresh-corn sap;

Fields serenade slip-ooze.

Then – sniff, stop, slurp, start, search, stop:

Wild tendril talks to stone;

As concrete heads clack scarecrow beaks,

By candle-light on sun-baked sea,

Wound-wiggling creepers hound.

Sole arctic fox, rust-furred with hurt,

Whiskers spruce with salty comb;

Warm lacy wind drips ceaseless rain,

From hope’s far side, delving under-tales,

Where copper flame scores runes.

Black dance of frozen maggot-scenes

Deep drops my own balloon;

Dumb life-clock winds its slow fat spool,

On tin-plate spoons plays zigzag tunes,

As red-hot fish lick fools.

Chaotic, love-drunk universe:

Dark beast-birds prowl wild velvet round,

Hid forever in aubergine cool,

Where light eagle claws stroke souls,

Lost in calm cobweb pools.

So, blue-eyed death with midnight mouse,

Quiet-breathing crab-bright boon;

I milk-quick thistle-down myself:

In time’s locked tower, not crazy-cracked –

Cajoled by lusty trance-mad moon.

Sun’s ruddy passion fondles lunar echoes,

Days’ turnings birth our father’s years untold;

Stone mansions of desire burst into flower

As slow brown river flows through engine soil.

Moon’s depth springs of still night yet blindly craze;

Tears unbelieving brethren paraphrase,

When all Eyrth’s oceans ochre spill in rage:

Unthinking efflux spouts till End of Days.

Knotted fingers fold blue exhalations

And summer’s children’s lead-laced shadows loom;

Imagination’s meanings lovers whisper;

Of darkling discord only prophets moan.

Swifts wheel high in glory’s blushing orange

And cloaked with birds the creaking branches dance;

Zephyr’s music ransoms brittle heart-break

And ears with thudded discourse silent pulse.

Sharp mountains dance and trees fade fast,

Frost’s etching knife writes cutting knots;

With grace and power of flux unstopped.

Cold anguish grips deep soil-sunk roots.

On flame-kissed landscapes fog descends

And turned-earth furrows, snow fills in;

As wisdom’s seeds hide underground –

Spent drops of rose wine tender spilled.

So birth and growth and change of state,

Stars’ photons wreathing empty space,

Time’s tidal seasons soon negate,

As fading grain-seeds germinate.

With captivating passion fertilised,

Love’s drunken fantasies conspire to sprout,

Despoiling willing heart-soil’s virgin flesh,

Green hair strewn thick on once bald forest head.

Nights shred summer's silk,

Sun-hazed gadflies strafe, blood-fed,

Routing slipshod dreams.

But – when cool breath breaks,

Soothing thought-bees' muddled hive,

Honey-salving fears – 

Then we heal old sores,

Word-blind earwigs lacing wounds

Years had let unzip.

At last does human speech

With magic fire infused

Transcend the earthy realm;

Ascending to the skies –

In silence we shout loud

As joy replaces pain;

And with words felt not said 

Our hearts sing their true song:

For we are one, again.