An Absurdity in Codependence (2018 Remaster)

Crystalline Kinds
Walking past lycanthropy - beyond
Innards caught in spokes
The Real gates are closed

Absorbed, to close
Lightly scattered
But potent indeed
Indeed they prick to kill!

Yet the kind still exist, yet
Yet they do dare still live!

Roots heaved, numbered, for redemption
Mask upturned
Secrets learned
Away with sleeves
Shed the microbe
Under the green

Search out the holes in the sphere
Unearthed and waiting, they are there

Waiting-Hoping
Stuck to us, weens
...Herds of Power
We're alone

Guarding the stones, the white-blinding stone,
Reflects the light we despise

It is not the truth nor a means
An unknown sadist sun

Taunts, but we will not see

Tumultuous
Magnet belt unwound

In rounds
Aurorae
Of Abaddon

Medicinal
Flashing
Writing to a space that does nothing to relay

Fornicate alone
Hearsay renowned,
The flight will unveil a rut in the clouds

A circle drawn, and halved with ease - so limber
Bludgeoned mirrors, bounce the light - malicious
A Total of nine, a sum - the ninth is our convention

I detect the loveless breath
It strikes my head
Depart-the start of few
Life accrued by pale tissue
Harpoons flew
North to West
It did tragically descend
A star - my credo - gas fueled libido
Where we began

Perpetuate and escape
The orbital crease
No determinate
Raping the flux
Streaming the gaps in black spatial ducts
Wormholes bending, belittled, insane
Itch the compound and cut into parts
Stinging, Clinging
Acidic lament retard

From Demonic vistas
A Magician's List...
So walk the line - No letch can hide
It's pumping your bellows
I scrub at my marks, charms
Swirling, this Earth's learning
This House of Lords
White-haired with age
Poor ichor
None more wet
As we have been

Vainglory in heart
Shall we start?
I need more
More
A Cathartic Farce ------

Far beyond lightfall
Where temperatures fail
Conglomerate mass - and heat, of change, and state -
Non-mass
Probes the might of luminality

In stagnant persona
Our flagship resumes
To take back all mavens
Held as slaves in green rooms

Using programs of meal worms
They squint through my fold
Fluorescently privileged
Only space can seize the glow

Unto future children
Who gather unwhipped
I cry, laugh, and call - of sounds, and sights -
Non-life
Whole orders do submit

Foul moons
Dead suns
Lost Epsilons
Too thin for consumption
It will wait



Credits
Writer(s): Todd Eugene Bridgeman, Christopher Lundon
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