Resting on the laurels of grasp, pensively melting deep Amor Fati writhes to such nefarious deceit Far far out there, I take no shape The Portent holds Creep Essence Practice Belief Transdimensional procreation Now sleep
II. As Nigh Defies ~
Covered in dust and grit from vibrating hinterland Heating Shadow on pines east of limbo’s whim Where shall I preserve my vortexial spiraling kin? Hovered and bent on knee stuffing seed to egg Conducting chants and howls for final entropic blend Oh, how these potions will defy The laws of their dimensions Amassing the grips and gears to send our brewing kin Transmitting visions to fruition, onward from within! And why should we prohibit such Bedlam to begin? Expecting fall to become the hindsight of Nigh Breathing my last breath to carrion ashen skin And why should we prohibit such Bedlam? Two Fingers to Forehead! From Bedlam To Bliss Loving From the Crevices they will crawl and win Covered in dust and grit from vibrating hinterland Heating Shadow on pines east of limbo’s limbs Where shall I preserve my vortexial spiraling kin? Becoming dust off edge to sanctify dimensional End Manifesting vertigo destinies, pulsing the final win What shall we call this new breed? My Son, Heathen-Non! From Bedlam To Bliss Embrace Madness From the Crevices they always crawl and win! From Bedlam To Bliss Vibrations From the Crevices they always crawl and win! My Son, Heathen-non Conducting chants and howls for final entropic blend Breathing my last breath to carrion ashen skin And what shall we call this new breed? My Son, Heathen-nOn! From Bedlam To Bliss Loving From the Crevices they always crawl and win! My Son, Heathen-non