2/29/12

Haunt In Vile Melodies Beyond

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asunder is the prospect of pale vision as he exits the black void
clairvoyant reciprocals, ascend the wailing Platte in irregular formations
incognito winding halls of ethereal chimes and grey tonalities beckon
a coalesce pathway shall create the mind wheel, beneath screaming rapids

hydroplane upon the surface of runic elixir, drained by stabbing spear
contorted in spiritual obsolescence and degradation upon left hand path
come join the swarming horde unseen, with voice as flailing whisper
only among dream topes and rapture, we haunt in vile melodies beyond

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We yearn for some explosive, extraordinary escape from the inescapable and, none forthcoming, we put our faith in an apocalyptic rupture whereby the inevitable is solved by the unbelievable grasshoppers, plagues, composite monsters, angels, blood in industrial quantities, and, in the end, salvation from sin and evil--meaning anxiety, travail, and pain. By defining human suffering in cosmic terms, as part of a cosmic order that contains an issue, catastrophe is dignified, endowed with meaning, and hence made bearable.