At the Foothills of Deliration
Through the hanging gums The wind is heavy tonight Carries heady scent Leaves, spirituous, whipped by the rain Eucalyptus and rich soil Meet treacly in the precipitation In this blooming, the unearthly roar Asif flame, tearing from its fuel Is the sound that accompanies A passing of matter through light Arrival The comer, advent of atman Birthed in the cotyledon Rebarbative bract expelled Stirred, set a sail Reeling, a mellifluous allongé Brings ectodermic fulfillment Formed in stretching battement Bеguiling it’s moments Atop the lashing gale Purеst of fortuity The protozoan incorporeal handshake Diminishes Owndom to a modicum Though not stripped entirely Admix of selves til alloyed ethereally Equipoise recast Laden with combined antecedents Births tincture of seething contempt
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Images of hours passed return Falling, misted lightly, cresting frons Awaken wet, ebbing anamnesis The figure beneath the sheets Beaten brutally Blows at random, frenzied Striking down covered limbs as they rise to defend Dull thuds while the eiderdown is soaked from inside Forced permanently to silence Attacker spitting, weeping through stunted and unintelligible screams of their own Like loosе top soil Sent tumbling by a sweeping hand The memoriеs of another life Surface and fade In a mire of penitence Strung up and stretched An elaborate silkhenge Spun of contrition most oceanic Is the sumptuous linking ebb That lashes and batters In foaming pummels To erode our wonted ramparts With an explicating arc of the phurba We bring granular proliferation of self And the fervent renewal That sheds our callow misgivings
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Grunting in acceptance of the invitation Swollen item A waxen illicium Sweating in its package Secreting it’s own mature broth Stringy protein strands Line the proboscis walls Of a cracked terrarium of ailment Potent mingling of odors Like the butcher by the florist Inviting redolence Stale death Curdling dormancy In this advection A leathern seal is formed Running fingers Cross the stiff cratered circumference A shuddering touch Of the wet Raw center Amortised to a potsherd My shape has changed And all I can pull from within Is desert palette Burnt ochre, blood red
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
At the end of the year of water As augured, the scryers Are thrown down in trembling premonition Refulgent howdah Bestride pachydermic bolides Drop from above the tenth crystal sphere To observe Risen from the fulgurite Procuring atavistic cowls and vestments With the habitually audacious blade That moves in a form unseen In dreams a killer, in dreams a king To walk beside the horrid dawn that prowls And cast no shadow their own The gnomon inverted, upon itsеlf Fated ill luck of birth in these timеs Heedlessly pitchpoled Under the knowing gaze Silent seers, ripe with sagacity Shall never indulge, garrulous breaches of the oath Fall into the quotidian A mesmeric immersion In the forgone homologous terrene From the bastion to the pit
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
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Dogmatic martinets sentineled Forged of iron and arrogance Titled, keepers of light Truthed, oppressors, decayed and avaricious Plump with retardant faith Laying thick and smothering Atop the latent, untapped agronomy From which the verity of fact May never proliferate In naissance In bloom This befogged cabal Stifling all burgeoning acuity The virtuous, coerced to aggrieved genuflection Nets of stone encircling Left to starve in the moons mute lumination Let not the marble read, that which was not done More shall follow Gravid with truths From the deciduous Swarga In vitrified barques Tongues unsevered, lapping freely Doused in Delphic sonnets Though progression, oft cruel and sanguinary Appears in the lifetime of one Ouroboros, in a cyclical repeat Of infinitesimal contusions Merely bespattered by frail wisdoms The gleaning Of the haruspex At the foothills of deliration Shall rake the leaf banked stream Each moment chanting true sutra With horror and hope
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026