Fragments

From drowning sky, I hear you. From burning ground, I see you. From buried waters, I touch you. Though without time and place. Though without point or purpose. I reach my hands out to the last star of the morning. Some raise their taloned limbs. Some insight violence. Others close their eyes to sleep. I can not believe. Doors are marked with crosses by claws. From the well and the altar and the pool and the mound, I hold you in my arms.

Continuity

With rung and twine tight and nail. From earth to star, from dirt to air, from pit to spire and anchor. And with hands and feet, to climb and to hold, stations, states and stages. An axis with rod and with ring. From past night toward future sun rise. Hold on and climb down. A centre held with wrought of might. Of power cast. From body shroud to brain crown. Structure found and continuity forged. Like spokes from ceremonial wheel, captured to connect that which is above and that which is below.

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. 

Separate Tail from Stinger

Separate tail from stinger and domesticate these strange devices that trigger memories a thousand years old. Replace your falsified objects that glow in the dark and suck the warmth from your room and lay waste to your dreamtime. Activate invisible, sealed door locks by cutting the air with these violent tools on borrow from a museum built upon a mound of cicada shell. Slaughter your old tools, for they are slow from the drinking of your blood and sleep. Bury them and build a mound for them, for in time they too can become true and holy and violent. Return your borrowed bells and mirrors, magnifying glasses, and ladders and rings. Acquire new objects and milk antidotes from their poison teeth.

The Sleeper

Feeding on Time and moving through the roots and the ground and the dirt. The headless one, the sleeping one, the sleeper of rust, the chthonic sleep walker of paths, tunnels and ladders. These routes drowned by rust. He sleeps beneath standing waters gathered by holes in the sky. He prays to himself. Slumbering in deep Space without feet, or hands or body. The decapitated one, the dreaming one, the dreamer of dust, the starry haunter of caves, houses and lodges. These dwellings buried by dust. He dreams behind mirrors of mud. He listens for movement. The bone tunnels beneath the world of the Alpha, the skin room at the center of the world of the Omega, the walker and the haunter. The first one seeks and the last one waits. The last head of the hydra waits. That which now walks on all fours upside down seeks. Horns now grow from the head to hear. Hair grows from the body to see.

Of Magick

...and dust and mud and ash and salt and paper and wax and chalk and clay and rust and rust and rust...and blood and tooth and bone and shell and skin and shadow and hair and horn and seed and seed and seed...and black and purple and blue and red and green and yellow and white and brown and grey and grey and grey...and volcanoes and hives and altars and caves and wells and nests and pits and pools and mounds and mounds and mounds...and of time and of matter and of space and of memory and of chaos and of order and of sleep and of dream and of magick and of magick and of magick...