Hallucination

Here underneath the vaulting trees

The earth begets departed a deep slumber

And in the dark the living

Dance and fuck upon their names etched in sandstone and marble

The soil is soaked in the sorrow

Of many funerals emits a black glow

And in the gray light of my last dawn

I feel the funeral warmth of many wombs and bosoms

I have taken in the flowers of death

That bloom nine times a year by the Stanmore road

And the red witches hats from Oberon Forest

I dream…

The deathsign placed above

The sunwheel sign

For darkness is never born of light

And as does death

Attain flight by night

So does the sun proceed beneath the ground

In the black eye-socket

Of a winged mosaic skull

As from afar there glimmers a green diamond

Its yellow bone lusters

Like honey amber

Invites a taste of death, perhaps?

And if you were of

That taste partake

Be sure to first

Gouge out the eye

Lest the long-dead

See though the wells of time

Your tongue caressing

Their cold cheekbones

The branches as if inverted castle's towers

Point downwards towards the soil that boils

Under my feet

And then consumes me wholly

Within the ground and the tangled roots

Uncounted skulls filled with earth and worms

Whisper of days of old and cold

And things the living had no time to do

The crumbling sand into the inner earth

And its sky wide and black

Into the dark lakes far below

Echoing in the endless gloom

Carry away my soul, my sorrow

Dissolve me in the clear water

May my name be all forgotten

And fall as rain upon the hidden earth

I hear the black deep of the world resound

With echoes born before the birth of time

Will my ancestors mortified by war and age

Greet me and smile and sing their songs?

Here

There is no peace

This piece may seem a tranquil one

But it is born of restlessness and anguish

Within my dreams

Exists a world

That welcomes me in dire delirium

I hold the key to the black gate whence forth

I know that there is no return…

No return.