In The Cavern Of The Flightless

from by Qualeaceans



A provisional fowl; dubbed a myth
Now I recount my own make
Of an evasive blood, on its trail
No, not the Ryleans; we hunt the death when snowfalls pyre
Hell our human heads
Low tide in deep space; shapeless antechamber
High tide in brain; shaped aberration

Our beat swiftly gets decoyed
Procession of the wild boars
Eminent, fierce suids
Arduinne and the deathcult
Contention of the lizard clade; or the so molted us
Fretting over their souls
Taghairm, spiritual echo; ingress to killing plane
Ritual tools: shoulder blades, self-portrait of the egg-faced; all burned at the stake
Foray, brighten their fears; blare of terror into their ears; an etheric decimation
The still waters set in motion; dimorphic rebirth; odor of the cunt-God
The wader, the flightless, and the lame
Confronting in a resolute domain, in the meantime, outside this frame

Linger on, in spite of no apologia
The flight that won't take you home

The scheme itself is planted throughout in here, it sways from the past then disappears
Like moon morphing a reptile my body revolts
Huntsmen plan to haunt their own abstract: obsolete phobe of a senseless notion

Deep into a cavern through the bones of my thought
Where sentimental glyphs were drawn and incised inside
One last prey; one last concrete

To penetrate the animal world
Guruavis perplexed, Gryphus Imdugud, Anghandrosphinx
Claws dissected; rummage recouped
Planetary cavemen, leading us into an epicyclic conduit
Where Sekwi nests; ruler of the birds
Messianic decoy; minuscule ratite
With legs ingrained in its own guts

Solvated the pogrom of thoughts
The gauge of birdbone sailing the space
Subsisted balafon playing the infinite chord of malaise

Tonight I told the coasting shore
There's water far behind the seas which rips flesh
It cuts through and floats from under the skies
As the first time you heard the voice of a voiceless stone, you scrammed to profound caves
While I couldn't speak the uttered words of the fowl that drawled inside my heed
I wasn't alive neither dead; neither myself nor anybody else
Didn't hunt, and weren't hunted

Mountain micher calls the karst valleys frozen
Canis has expanded
Nature-lover's cannibal ecstasy
Through veins of insects we set up a sailboat in form of fear

Then we drank from reappearing springs
So the rainwater discharges and forms a new cave
But a bestial eyeless huntsman spider looped around us and it never breathed our breath inside

Years passed since that encounter
Each movement acting as a clamber
Misleading us to save up some more time
To drown life and pursue our polluted progression

What looms all around; what ships all the time
As you'll see the springe all upon your wings
What looms all around; what ships all the time
As you'll see the springe all upon your wings
What looms all around; what ships all the time
What looms all around; what ships all the time
As you'll see the springe all upon your wings

Black's every moonday; black's every noonday
As we laze, we watch the expansion of the skies
The gauge of boarbone sailing the space; the stimulation of its erogenous zones

Laze upon the guru's cartilage, blowing fife
Laze upon the guru's cartilage
Blowing fife; laze upon

Prophetic rebuke of the third cosmic realm
Of the third cosmic realm

Raptor subfossil; apyromantic
Wolf-thoughts in my head
Segments swing formlessly
Push the space rock away

Conquest screamed; conquest screamed
Canon slaked; canon slaked
Sonic egress
Supersonic egress


from Capture Of Ziz, released September 30, 2014
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