VISION AND THE VOICE

Raising my head to yell my life out Standing naked, strained
as a dying worm With body light gleaming with my
disquiet With myriads of stars not-to-be-seen
Here to cry the glassy anguish Of souls dwelling in darkness
that fell My trhoat is DAATH, the seal is breaking ZONAI
screaming the vows of frozen winds Of shapes winged - we
should be left behind We, lightnings turned into pillars Torn
into shreds, in stillborn screams Trembling with woes of fiery cycles
PAZ - to be as they Yea, I say, to be as they An oath and
order to be heard A sigil and cipher to be seen OL SONUF
VAORESAJI And that's the truth, you will taste it
Aetheric dimensions of cocoon sleepers Waters, earths, and
Fyres not given to us Mumbling the callls of Aires alone
Laying the tablets carved in flesh