Celafid Namoyll
Humours turn acrid near
The silent seer.
Escaping absentees scamper
Further down the hole that holds their likeness
Extinguish | fatal obscurant | visions.
| fata obscura |
Of thriving, lively fauna
Prostrate to impelling images
Schizoid prognostic narratives
Told through the burning lens.
Up above somewhere;
Unmade's secret eddies meet the Void's effacing means
Flickery shades mar anthropic soil
Never-beens, vestiges, cloud-faced mutes
Watch, sneer, hiss from interstitial galas
Covet your unearned gift of certain being
All skies slide to promenade our spaces
In front of that greatest-deep mirror
Most cower at the approach.
Croatoan, Boskopoid, Nephilim ires boil, rise
Evaporate.
Thin air marks their omphalos.
Sinews worn down and slumped in buried peat
Undisturbed lighthouses scry
Souls echo Xibalba's memory
Nulled sheets linger over its impossibility.
No divine clap can hide the noise of nothing.
No resplendent scheme can stop time's voyage surely ebbing.
Never will you win in wagers against the real.
Anbirnybbid Ocegenr.
Copyright © Tom Kelleher | Year Posted 2023
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