warmthageddon

paint those apocalypse ruby red
kiss starlight grasses dancing
on cosmic spoken tongues
fairy tails wag for you
their soft cool flutes curling
round the humid poetess
who chants with brilliant spit
an evolution cleansed
begging for merciful awareness
weeping for spirit and bone

these mysteries are gifts
laid before the mother of night
where flowing tissue drums
and wee stars sing
where we speak in eschatongues
because time is on fire
these droning spell-laced winds
arousing the end within
clear white flames swelling
in waves beneath the lush craft
of forest's sympathetic canopy

through such gentle elixir
a bristling narrative stirs
temples open their dripping mouths
and magick vomits into the dark
love is fucking nigh
breathing illume fractal space
bearing children on
the other side of night
the feather
the dark sun
and the holy grift
we are the ancient ones
smiling on our deathbed