APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIAL
A Vision at the River of Blood His mind becomes a chalice,the sweet smell fills the hall.Perceval collapses in the doorwayand his mother cries from her farm.Along the river of blood,they see the guiding light of a star. There is a sword in bone white stoneand a mask slipping from the wall.A candlelight burning,let me … THREE POEMS
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The brow, the braids, the paleness of the webbetween the spread fingers, a span of years,crosscutting with an energetic step,or weary paces, leaning on a spear;the heart wiped clean by heaven’s hands, assailedby heaven’s fatal winds; the gaze, alertfor death in every furrowed cloud, or nailedto where prostration is, amidst the dirt.Recondite; waif; commander; guided … A SONNET
APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIAL
Pressure pierces my eyes ventured into the stone descent never cold, never dark, perpetually in croaking gray Gerem Ratzutz Alei Arafel La-tehomA drop swallowed by void’s greedy lips Golesh, Ruachi Akura, Avdan La-ad.I have sacrificed nights drenched in beadsnever purged from my coilThe obsession to be the chosen oneperhaps found in the stones prodding in … “GRAND ALOFT, GRAVE LAUGHT”
APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIAL
In Ireland I’d drink dark liquid in you,Your lifeblood from waters in DublinAnd on the edge of the coastline,The Fisher King pours me another. In Kyoto, I’d call the sun to you,The temple priest smiles,False gods, false prophets he says,And pours me rice wine in deference, In St. Petersburg, the vodka doesn’t touch your lips,But … “ETERNAL VESSEL”
APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIAL
What are you missing?A stone-clad romance.One worthy challenger against worldly apathy. What do you want?To be quicksilver,Dancing mercury flows towards a dark current. What will it do?It renders the mercurial vapor asunder,casted spell eternally glows. At what cost? It would burn our bodies forever. And what is the goal?To never see you as a stranger … “THE ENCHANTRESS”
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Deep inside the gaudy halls of Baritone, Palace of Thieves, brigands ward off boredom by scheming, deciding which brazen affair will shape the proceedings of the evening. In hollow chambers of moldering alloys, entombed by the cavernous craw of a discarded saxophone, the Butter Boys mingle, inhabiting their secret lair. Within their warren of brass, … THY CHALICE OF INFINITE TEARS
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Long throatsinging sound in the distance: hush; elsewhere: breath held quiet – and out in the alluvial night some task left undone, some spirit still unsequestered, wandering; what it sees is hard to say, what it says: more so; even still, what it sees is the whole of things all at once: beginnings and endings … STONE 80 (HAECCEITY)
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It was only in the weeks following the St. Luke’s Cathedral break-in, which the papers variously described as “concerning,” “symptom of a profound moral rot,” “blasphemous,” and of course, “satanic,” that among the members of the Black Circle of the Dark Dawn began to circulate an idea, a vague feeling really, which then swelled up … RAVEN, OR THE MAID OF THE GRAAL
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I didn’t remember falling asleep, nor did I think I ever would, but when I woke up, I was pressed against the ceiling of Mimi’s apartment like a damn spider. I was looking down at her creaky, humming ribcage taking in the breaths of thin sleep, which I could see because the bedsheets had half-come-up … MORE MONEY, WORSE FOOD
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Simon finishes his work for the afternoon, writing to the end of the sheepskin parchment paper in his packed Latin script before ringing the bell next to his desk. A secretary materializes from the dark hallway leading in, shuffling in with his overlong robe and greeting Simon as he approaches. “Quite finished, Sire?” “Quite. Think … HAIL ARTHUR!