Carving the Axis Mundi

Through light seem'd so the flower, it measureless to man remained
An enormity both atramentous, and yet too with aurora emblazoned
Contain'd within it's triplicity, the paradigm whole and verily contain'd
Within the paradigm whole
The greatest betrayal
This births so time, and reprisal verily; the deed must mirror weaponry immemorial
Demarcate the beleaguered e'er by hands with waxy blood
The Dead First ambulate the clearing's circumference
And through all this, I noticed not
The hag waiting in Jatropha bush

Screaming
Unblinking

So chaste, yet bot restraint
Full with wicked laughter, and still nolde speak, but to the(e,) deceased
Striating the sensation of cessation the way that Yamhamelah cuts day
Preserve'd in thine dying within thine salt's sagacity
One giving no passage, nor amnesty, to the edict or issue of Yishai
You put sand in the mouths of the ailing

And you dig them a grave
And draw your vevé on the basin of Ganvie
You kiss their brow, with lips like a trestle board
Broad thistles thick with sigil'd missives

Preside now where where the waking await, and the weight of azoth clouds the graves like yeast
Wed they with the sabbath within them;
Thou art all at once lord and lore
I speak, and you appear
You speak, and the coffins levitate
The coffins speak, and howling laughter resounds through the tombs