Creator
Becoming grey, mountainous; rugged, weary, transmigrant, Out of a hazy pool, nebulous globules – particles of stone, Gathered on the fringes of green draperies; purple light of Articulating fronds, where all the blood flows . . . Touching Spines of giants awakening in the Bath of Cynosura – milky Seed of Ninhursag, before dwellers & echoes, seen or heard, When Mercury takes hold & the Silver of Seas envelope the Waking world, controverting largesse with the mediumship Of its true benefactors . . . Sweeping panorama of a blinding Gestalt while penetrating an alien mind – unified doctrines, All imagined before the shuffling of grace, ignis or demonia; Skeleton in fetters seeks nourishment: wraith of these times, Estranged, disguised, complacent, even as a mountain labors, Giving birth to men from the guts of Ki . . . Spilling crude ore, Over the Summit, down into a Valley of Fixed Reveries, unable To harvest the Lore of Stars, as a mountain looms filling their Nights with heavy breathing – through cracks of its widening Maw, to swallow evidence left behind: golden flaw of exacting fates, destroying residual contact or Mysteries of Phosphorus.
Artwork By Jeff Grimal
