2016

2016

We howl Enochian Keys
with voices like cold wind ripping
through winter trees.  You fail

to grasp
it is the year of Hexagram 23
and of the Tower, card 16.

The first born sons fall one by one.

You don’t know
what you want
or need: the myriad voices
Babble On.  Babble On.  Babble On
saying everything, communicating
nothing but random
choices, SO. . .

we Immanetize the sub-atomic
calm before personal Eschaton, build
a brighter, louder astral
bomb: a song in the key of Kali
sung for a congregation
seven billion strong.

It is barely dawn but
our greatest lights have begun to ascend
the Aethyrs while you’ve
overslept.  A fresh horror
has been readied
and set to go off and there
is no snooze to numb your alarm.

The macrocosm resonates
and radiates into each sphere,
their towers of delusion crumble

one
by
one

And someone somewhere whispers

“Jesus Wept.”

–Radiant Spleen 2016 (PJ Church)

babel-18-800x800

Advertisements

About radiantspleen

The dark side of enlightenment, the light side of endarkenment.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s