Undulating black globe Soaked in filthgiving mist Unending trails, grey grass Amber sings on velvety black
Phobos transpiring This enclosing openness Stretching a ox hide tent Across an infinite space
Caves open to plains This has always been the way We are recalling now This is sacrificial land
Beneath burdened brow An empty cavity A burning ox heart lies Upon a soggy field
Stinging smoke wafts across Overwhelming the damp air
Distantly, a voice ululating From beneath a twisting arch Too distant; distorted By elements and time
\"These imposters sold charms that made people invulnerable in warfare and fortunate in hunting and preserved them from all danger\" (Charles-Etienne Brasseur de Bourbourg)
The homeostasis of a species Like a pendulum knocking And then overcompensating
Artificial magnificence Godlike reconstructionism Beneath uncaring whims A Minotaur with impunity
This cycle unwinding: Irrefragable but undefinable