Psyche Delectus: M Ear

From the cenote he rises,

dripping with glacial ancient sorrow. 

In the deepest grotto,

He lifts up 

from those still forgotten waters.

Unknown to the abodes 

of the moon and the sun

he bears a malignant scowl 

at the burning intrusion of light.

He leans in close that we may hear

the wet croak of his whisper:

 

"I am the untended hurt 

of all your days.

I am the weeping foundation 

of your every footstep.

I am the wound 

that dreams you into being!"

 

 

 

 

Recommended Listening:
Pilotpriest
Title 

from Come True Score

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Psyche Delectus: They Whey Thin Gus Urn Owl

The past is dead, but I carry it with me.

Recommended Listening:

Martin Nonstatic

Second Universe

from Laniakea

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Psyche Delectus: Fur OM Thay Kah Vee Runs Offal Aims

It burns down and deep.

Thee surfaces may be protected now
from the searing flames,

but the earth still shakes

as a reminder.

 

Recommended Listening:

Luis Vasquez

Poison Mouth

from A Body of Errors

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