Decompositions, Volume I, Chapter 1: Rites of Initiation

I. Enter By The Narrow Gates "All Hope Abandon Ye Who Enter Here." -Dante, The Inferno Bring forth the Light To raze colonies In a single cleansing breath Don't sleep, my queen; The sun rises one less time Than it will set Now overhead, the stars That guided our forebears Have turned to dust And underfoot, the churning Framework of this earth Succumbs to rust Bring forth the Light These dreams of Thunder displace Dismantled spirit's burnt bare- Sylphs in the shards resounding "Open to the Field!" Depatterned, floating in Grace Mapping the fragments... "For to awaken and reassemble Enter by the narrow gates." All has been inscribed In the footnotes of time From the rising dead To the falling rains; From these proving grounds To the burial mounds Of fallen satellites' Skeletal remains From a timeworn note's Subtle feeling-tone To the coiled scales In this mistaken mode Felt the birch bark walls Of the temple shake When those who from heaven To this earth came From Eleusia To the Killing Fields; From the Promised Land To the coming plague; From the trenches of Every whispered war To the future wreckage Of the Large Array For the gate is wide And the way is broad That delivered me (Insufferable in-between) From the fleeting dawn To this endless night In the labyrinth Of the Iron Kings Now my footsteps take precedence as the traffic sounds fade And this city's lungs have purged their last breath I'm held captive at the curb before the World's End Lane Where I pledge my self to uncertainty From this shattered breaking point each new step must be Nothing short of the saddest act of sorcery In search of that fleeting adversity O, merciless emptiness, that used to possess me... So farewell Persephone, at rest on the altar Who dared to merge stone with the skies What curses of men guard the bridges you built, dear? What doorways, what star-gates have you left behind? So I'm following stardust, what's left of the twilight To get to that last jagged line To the edge of the earth by the age of rebirth I'll dissolve, end this realm, and reclaim what is mine Take in the knitting air Part with the cleansing breath Destiny turns the soils in which we manifest Suffer the burning coals Yield to the spiral tides Peer into the darkness, that all may be defined (swing wide the narrow gates)

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 26, 2026

Stalking the formless Collapse She strings me along... Vapor trails Disappearing tracks; Entanglement unwinds In threads of golden error What strange attractors ahead Lie awake in wait? Crossing this fertile Expanse To commune with the life-less... Spirit narrative Rite of passage; Progress is paralysis When poison is my path I'm laid to rest Just to rise again Hell-bent circuits- Shadows speak through the frequencies Heaven-sent asylum- One psychotic break and the veil recedes Channeling devastating Revelations of the method From the other side of Somewhere From the endless halls of Elsewhere In some mythic story arc I wake; Hand pick your pleasure, feast, then fall from grace Fabled Decline; Within The text Resides My next Shape Shift Time Slip Listless When the hammer drops To be still When the narrative breaks down Holding centre Under shelter Of this altered state At rest In the restlessness That was forged In this state of changing phase All structure failing: God's forsaken sanctuary In field of view Her solid state Our passing tryst Just melts away Sublimate The Great Divide The Grand Design Defected Solidify The Great Divide Our cells collide The Grand Design Deserted- Demiurges running free Arcing archangels- Only resonate out of sympathy Summoning shocking Demonstrations of the method From the chambered heart of Nowhere (Where the feedback feeds on echoes) Baiting the feral Demise On the heels of Culture... Another crippling analysis Unraveled Dreams now interpret me At the trail's end of this False Awakening

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 26, 2026

"Reality is not always probable, or likely." -Jorge Luis Borges At your doorstep Cloaked in negative space First frost aches To lay its claim At the threshold Between without and within First foot prints Disgrace the virgin soil Ignoring refusal Let the winter in Indian Summer Defiant forever Let winter have its way Through hollow insides Made of branching halls First step falls Vanishing reasons I chose this course Death is in season Inward to source INITIATION Vanishing reasons I chose this course DISINTEGRATION Death is in Season Step inside... One thousand faces Stare back from their fractured origin In turn Turn another corner And lose my place A blue print for disorder The Way of Disarray Backward glare Burnished obsidian walls Reflect the endings That will never... Unfold Fold the corners over To hold my place The panic feels so familiar In a breath-work maze Clear the air Ceremonial smoke rings Fill the creases Where the trauma collects You better keep your thought forms clean How we, the Conjured, seek To breach the compass of this dream Illumination Elimination Tangental slipstreams Derail our train of thought Stationed in fog Composing Decompositions In constant revision Infinite indecision Encaged Within a finite space Help me hide it away Under thin coats of cracking paint Under smothering soundscapes Where every layer I've made Competes for a place Enchanting parlor tricks And slights of hand Made me a god Here in obscurity Confined to making believe So help me wish it away... But how long Yeah, how long Before I'd beg to bring it back into life? To bring it into the blue grey The Grey matters Matters of the Maker Mark and Measure Locus of control Order, theorized Crooked, our belief In the straight line Leave room for failure One fatal mistake That human touch Planning its own obsolescence The scent of senescence Permeates Our vast potential Fated to fade Our monuments Willing their own expiration Ground to powder Chaos, improvised Stolen fire Blessed are the thieves In these end times Distill it down into a single line Meet the demands of the mountainside Compromise is such a loaded word When landslides are singing Hermetic melodies Only we could hear We clutch the chords Forgotten anthems reappear Encoded messages Only we could speak In native tongues Ancient strains have gone to seed Entangled crossroads Only we could see Beyond the fear Our new creation will be gleaned From the wastelands Of the insincere Winged beauty she looms Within a derelict cocoon Inspiration strikes Under flashing flood lights Winged beauty emerge To search this tortured world for new growth Resurface, Recreate, and Redeem Shades Of night Blossoming Within These Laced Pathways Of Hekate's Garden Retrace Mind streams Following Her lead Wellsprings Whispering The Rites of INITIATION I chose this course DISINTEGRATION Inward to source PREVERBERATIONS Follow the stations Through branching halls ANNIHILATION Fever breaks my fall Dionysus, good heavens You've gone to pieces In search of closure, you went within... Everything and nothing clashed In counter movements Rotating spins- A dream A dream And nothing more Chart the startling curves Of your dementia (No way out) Map the staggering depths Of one dimension (No way out) Like clockwork witchcraft One must suffer to pass Suffer to pass Like clockwork witchcraft My dreams now abandon me Suffer to pass In time, you'll add my shadow To your overspilling urn And match my every move Step for step, turn for turn Reclaimed by a destiny I revoked A trajectory, resigned Writhing In surrender Storm clouds gather in this altered state Hard-wired To the recklessness of perception Bathed in artificial light Steeped in fabricated time Storm clouds gather in this altered state Ever-spinning The Great Wheel: Void of progress Ever-Branching The Great Work: Grieve the dying Dying art Art of process Tunnel visions Wander without aim Through the Gauntlet Spirit Guides Forward Exits- Disembodied nights Shrouded in war paint; Losing mind to behold The other side

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 26, 2026

"He who dies before he dies, does not die when he dies" -Abraham of Santa Clara Take hold If we fall before we fall, we do not fall when we fall through Take hold If we fall before we fall, we do not fall when we Take hold If we fall before we fall, we do not fall Take hold If we fall before we fall, we do There are forces at work here beyond This Realm of Self in which we reside A call to consciousness with no response Another view from that vanquished other side May this healing crisis Unmask the faceless All those who occupied my peripheries (Fever Builds) Silent flakes of snow bite your tongue Until their angles and hardlines grow soft Atomic winter, a drifting dormant sun Boundaries and bridges all a blur Your life spans, my disconnected dots (Fever Breaks) May this healing crisis Make known the nameless Who colonized my soul When the other side took hold Hiding in a healer's Sacred heart, the worst disease- Caverns of atria Black holes of empathy Where pale and distant Shapes made of shadow speak Forms in a feedback loop Of abandoned memory... Allied in our open wounds We bleed venom and wild flowers bloom They give way To the side-winding vine To the brambles of time Love's first creation was loss Red-shifted horizon looms Echo chamber of self-imposed solitude Mass and weight fall away My true nature escapes What was boundless now stands consumed Refiner's Fire Ancestral Flame MAKER OF LIGHT Radial Voices Recursive Planes Engaging only this moment While the patterns erase Mandalic sand BATHED IN BLOODLINES A desperate plea to stay present In the ember's embrace Non-attachment retreats In a pillar of steam Another mantra in splinters At the Maker's feet Precepts deconstructed Focus, going astray I refuse to Burn Falling Forward Through fevered visions Silence devouring its own tail Unbroken circle Grant us the crisis needed to heal Through fevered visions Silence devouring its own tail Unbroken circle Grant us the crisis needed to heal

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 26, 2026