Grave

A watery grave

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A watery grave
10 May 2024
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I held you
within sheets of ore
Promises 
made before
They slide down unknown spaces
degrees of your hue

Your soul reeks
of untold prayers 
Projections
my eye seeks
unveil myriads of layers
stilled incantations

Drummed up tunes
that the weather beats
into skull
as I mull
over sets of wiccan runes
under moonlit streets

I hear knocks
on forgotten door
They beat rhythm
within hymn
a movement to set the clocks
to time never more

The tides rest
within the chimes play
second test
to relay
infancy of the future
a hole to nurture

My sides split
like a chrysalid
frame to fit
under lid
raging waters for me pave
a watery grave

Reading of the poem:
Poets of the Fall - My Dark Disquiet

A day will soon come (Translation of Il viendra le jour)

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A day will soon come

August 30, 2015

(Original french version here – Il viendra le jour )

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A distant call rings

Black echoes from beyond grave

Bring me back your blood

.

Served bloody sausage

Of our dead future

Oh what rotten fruit

.

Indigested dish

Brings back weary memories

From depths I had slain

.

It I had reviled

Tasted it in weightlessness

Stealthily, hidden

.

Heavy, disgusting

Sour-bitter of a dead past

An acid reflux

.

Vomit your offal

Finally free my stomach

To digest other

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I would tear my skin

If it were to bear your stench

Make it new banner

.

I will clamour loud

The withering of my sighs

Satirised in vain

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To live and then die

Of nature to wound myself

That in me slithers

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A life extinguished

I collected the ashes

And made a new shroud

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To die and then live

Did I have to use the if/saw (play on si – scie in the French version i.e. the if or the saw)

To cut everything

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A day will soon come

Where a beautiful bright void

Will cleanse my stomach

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