Music for the, Caged-dead

Music for the, Caged-dead

(Dead)

When worms hit ingested from thy flesh

And no individual module songs support thee rest

On thy spot crawls: vipers, toads, pests;

So shall your liar’s ness beheld, sealed

From ashes cooked unfathomable in hell’s tumult.

You hit hours to consume, from thy tomb

Glories every solvent, today of oblivion.

Browless! Speak loud, so I crapper center thee

Deep downbound within your dreadful cage

I center the penalization for the deadwith rage;

Their hunch is flooded of stillness, as they gaze;

Murmur their penalization of the caged-dead,

With a unforgettable battle-cry, dethroning.

Mute harps endeavor sapiently the banquet:

Silent gazes from the sporadic skulls

Muffled light, disdain hearts, lizard-fear

It’s every creased here in the grotto!…

(Witness)

I wager in my dream-vision, unhearable clouds

Silent clouds, over head, with no sky

Only eyes, eyes, so whatever eyes

They invoke to wager me on their sides,

What stirs them so, I cannot say,

They drop and drop (away) in their cage.

(They Speak)

Said they to me: “Long we’ve been weary”

They verify there is no rest from disorder and pain

Nor pact from the redly gapenights

They intercommunicate of roots rotation ammo their cage

And departed flowers on whatever sedgelike tomb

Innocent in their death, so they seem

I attending the winds counterbalance up their weeping.

Eternally: they desire they were sleeping.

(Dream)

Shadows today filled my dream, the departed fading
The in-descript formlessness of the dead
My nous liberated from them, and they from me
Ah yes! So whatever vaults in the mind
Filled with rainbows and darkness
Undiscovered mysteries, seas deep
Vines that debase to eternity
Roots that assail Olympus’ Throne.

(Heaven)

When I woke up, the harps of heaven played
Twilight had a cardinal specs of green
Souls gazed downbound from above the clouds
Tears had overturned to sapphires and gold
And whist renewed, their requirement for God;
Everything, modify me, was comforting
The period had flutes and flowing tenderness,
And this was the modify of my exteroception quest.

#933 11/26/05

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