Glimlight Tourist-Code

Ciphers unleashing throngs from a blazing throat Swallows of sulphur, Swallows of Sanctuary's hope In misted trains arranged Spores in suspended rain Course under spells On predator wings Blank invocations, Hollow and mute control Binding the ruptures, Wringing the features strange How will I mould you? How will I fill your eyes? Slithers in silver or chiseled from pyrite and lime? In misted trains arranged Spores in suspended rain Course under spells On predator wings Paradigm sweepers, Obsidian minds Scanning the starlight for signs Hues of dementia blur at their sides And the boundaries of energy fray and decline Their strange eyes shine Fused to another Palms raised to goad Wisdom from ether They form holes between worlds That I follow with an eagerness Down the dark slides and passages Into gloom Where wide, white pools of reflection embrocate and charge their bones Bleach out my memories back to the core Where knowledge is energy And magick is a cannibal, animal fire Reign in the spores Spoils of my soul Adhered to worlds below They form holes between worlds... Conjure my others under my features Doused in the river, pure and in pieces Seek out my brothers, snuff out the candles All of your emptiness I shall dismantle