Your New Tower

Excavate order to establish your tables. A tooth seal, a bone seal, a skin seal and a blood seal. These grids will hold together elemental properties so that you may prepare your way. I will cast my shadow onto the ground you need and mark the earth with charts of stars that have long disappeared. The trajectories of their haunted orbits conceive a map, plotting inverted recollections, past peripheries and ground to break. The holes in time and space left by these undead stars secure the coordinates for your secret tower. A tower that will bring law to unclean mythologies and purify the stagnant wells of fallen gods. I will watch you mold your bricks from a distance for they are poison to me. From the wet dirt, a kabala of chalk, rust and ash will be the base. These methods, to make manifest a form that ladders into the sky unseen. Such are hoary and such are dormant beneath. Construct your foundation from the blueprints chattered to you by my pointed teeth in your sleep. Traverse this horizon, this visceral strata, these shifting plates and build your tower where the lines connecting all the holes in the sky meet. Pay attention to your footing. I will wear my heart heavy on my sleeve for you as you make this journey, build and weave new talismans together to fortify your house that connects the sky to the ground.