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Obsidian Eye
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Obsidian seas, the moon, her iron tides
Mariners, Chrononauts
On antediluvian shores they arrive
Mourning their loss, overwrought
Beneath wooden planks below the foredeck
Bodies wrapped in linen and hide
Secreted away, the dead slept
Laid head to toe, side by side
On jagged shores they alight
Their cargo in tow, sleds and rope
Through the day and into the night
They ascend the craggy scree slope
Sylphlike silhouettes stand in shadow
Silently, during moonrise
Light revealing priests disrobed
Gaunt and gangly, their power belied
Who decides when to die
Who what where when and why
Who decides when to die
Under the gaze of the obsidian eye
Who decides when to die
Who decides when to die
Who what where when and why
Who decides when to die
Sexless tattooed priests
Black hands, black feet
Black nail beds, palms and soles
Paling ankles and wrists, tallow torsos
Waxen chests, darkening necks
Black heads and gums, tattooed tongues
Dark knowledge, nefarious intellect
For them life and death are but one
Corpses suspended, an obsidian pool
Bent across a wooden beam
Lowered as the pulley unspools
Head, feet and hands can’t be seen
Thrashing, seizing and splashing
Reanimation, resurrection has begun
Raised from the tarn, spitting and gasping
Purging black fluid from their lungs
Who decides when to die
Who what where when and why
Who decides when to die
Under the gaze of the obsidian eye
Who decides when to die
Who decides when to die
Who what where when and why
Who decides when to die
Who decides when to die
Who what where when and why
Who decides when to die
Under the gaze of the obsidian eye
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Beating heart, four lungs
Breathing fire vibration causing thrums
Vision blurs, eyes leak
Saline speed, seeing the lights streak
Tire skips, wheel wobble
Outta the curve, instinct twist the throttle
Clouds roll in, stinging rain
Blacked out sky, early man, untamed
In flux protean proportions
Distort and tweak
Riding the dragon
He hears the wind speak
World without, world within
Physical release, godlike disconnection
Psilocybin, sacred smoke
Speed freak, a new sense awoke
Another world, alternate dimension
The portal, knowing beyond ascension
Spittle flying, lunatic laugh
Lone wolf, trying to bridge the gap
In flux protean proportions
Distort and tweak
Riding the dragon
He hears the wind speak
Tunnel opens, roaring dragon
Ride the wind, another age cromagnon
Stone tunnel, cacophonous echo
Elsewhere, opening on an endless meadow
Left behind, past and present
To beyond, strange but not unpleasant
Unknown odors, colors bizarre
Suns swirling, a world closer to the stars
Slicing through the static
A madman’s meditation
Enveloped, existence ceases
A state of revelation
Traveling through the ether
Alternate worlds invocation
Onward to beyond
A product of creation
Unseen forces push and pull
Obdurate at best
Dimension ascension
A body in motion simultaneously at rest
Openin’ cyclopean
Universal eye ingress
In flux protean proportions
Distort and tweak
Riding the dragon
He hears the wind speak
Slicing through the static
A madman’s meditation
Enveloped, existence ceases
A state of revelation
Traveling through the ether
Alternate worlds invocation
Onward to beyond
A product of creation
Unseen forces push and pull
Obdurate at best
Dimension ascension
A body in motion simultaneously at rest
Openin’ cyclopean
Universal eye ingress
In flux protean proportions
Distort and tweak
Riding the dragon
He hears the wind speak
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Hibernaut Salt Lake City, Utah
Careening through space and time, through Pyretic dreams and dimensions. Thundering headfirst into the horrors of the universe.
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