Word Fright

by Michaelw1two inspired by word works of Void Opus all for you, superannuated, desiccated erudition, this propagation scribed, this apotheosis odium; under eructate flames, under the epitome of, euphonious, promulgated magniloquent inception; of the Maker’s exuberant false belief, in each of you, this written punctilious event, come full circle; rising to the very cusp, from titubate cathedra, wherein the last of pure worshipers, in chants; celebrate the edification cleared, to your last days, by those, with their own amphigouris conjunct; this of your quintessence, to show tutelar beings, nothing, but exemplification of pride and dominance; arise, you opprobrious center jestee, then look up, to the center of infinite, lonesome screams; this day’s iniquity is all you will fight for; these last importunes, are all for you, one last time, histrionically, making way, to move forward; to the vertiginousness, of sand, sweat and ground, denunciatory yells and screams, are all for you; bow your head lower and cross this palisade, to the center, until you hear a rise of yells; the pitch perfect roar, cannot stop the gods, until you are circled, in yourself, by all of us; this last chance, for you to soutenu forward, until you ululate for the dust from the dead; this all for you, your torrid tomentum, this tined fork, made to transfix all that has become perpetually you; accompanied incessantly by these sanguinary tridents, all for you, aimed at you, the fountainhead raising; these enduring entry points, standing at your fundament, in themselves, distinct in that you be one all for you; one more is all, one more to extirpate, for this is all, this wright’s sword your will needs, even if this ends; all from you, the all for you, is all you will ever need, are you ready for the all of these acuminate moira? May 2013