Vision and the Voice
Raising my head to yell my life out
standing naked, strained as a dying worm
with body of light gleaming like my disquiet
with myriads of stars not-to-be-seen
Here to cry the glassy anguish
of souls dwelling in darkness that fell
my throat is DATH, the seal is breaking
ZONAI screaming the vows of frozen winds
of shapes winged - we should be left behind
we, lightnings turned into pillars
torn into shreds, in stillborn screams
thembling with woes of fiery cycles
PAZ - to be as they
yea, I say, to be as they
an oath and order to be heard
a sigil and cypher to be seen
OL SONUF VAORESAJI
and that's the truth, you will taste it...
theric dimensions of cocoon sleepers
Waters, Earthes and Fyres not given to us
mumbling the calls of Aires alone
laying the tablets carved in flesh