frigid waters

if it had, or it hadn’t
if it did, or it didn’t
flat and flattened
a blank slate, from nowhere
the eight riders of Gemini
history is not a stale and dead enterprise
The gifts of wandering stars, and the magi
a soft, half merger for some dye businesses
a circuit, between emanations of light

what’s there and what isn’t
contradictions and doublespeak
living underground, and then finally seeing the sun
the floodgates are open, parting the Red Sea
the last terrible, bitter roots, are finally weeded
ground down and ground out
legends of the giants and djinn
paganism, and the ancient Amber Road
it did and it didn’t

out of basements, and primeval forests
the migration of Eurasians, off of the Steppe
prehistoric fire giants and volcanoes
hidden in the oldest part of Europe
spirits and cities – a world on the moon
thunderous Perun, Iupiter and Indra
there and not there
feel like an out-of-place alien, on earth
leftovers, from the future

Prometheus and the phoenix; light, and fire
the reemergence of real feelings
a great Angel, at the Edge, in the bright light
the secret of Central Asia and the Steppe
an inadequate ideology
warm sea and lush land
when the continents were in unusual places
a tranquil world, shrouded in falling rain
ellipses and uncertainty

put purpose into practice
not a watch, but a Band-Aid
peer over the edge, into a dark grove
it is and it isn’t

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quietus

Rome kept moving east
the Romantic and the symbolic
god of gambling, god of love, god of desire
The Snake of Eden, Kekule’s Snake
your desire to participate in the world
a portal at the confluence of rivers
give purpose and meaning to my life
Uncovering the Map of Heaven
Psychic power plant

In defense of the Asura
everyone kept trying to recreate Rome
the hand behind Merkabah; ascent to the throne-room
god’s Kingdom
When you jump down the rabbit hole
It came from Underground
beef and smoke
warm, honey, summery tunes
conversion and transmutation

the sea of data
wavelength distortions, data flow
Toonami childhood
twelve lives, twelve Houses
Ice and the Spacegate
The Protective Circle
Sanctified to the Net
phase distortion
underground desert temple

the Lords of Eurasia
juxtaposed aesthetical elements
an ancient artifact, without name
a chain of ions
regeneration chrysalis: phoenix
the world city
household shrine
The Supernumerary
the future is real

modern century
the future is now
the navel of the world
Rerouted Another Way

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