A Clockwork Expectation

The light breeze skims along the snow mantle - scattered Over the thornless clockwork of aurora Still between my frostbitten dreams I hold The pharmakon that fell With an unborn creativity Torn apart between that beam of might And this deadly command We shall worship with wordless sighs This offering of pain For behind the mirrors that darkened those last sacred remains We foreshadowed the shape of every graveyard's expectations Still between my frostbitten dreams I hold The pharmakon that fell With an unborn creativity The eukaryotic quest Of a scared vanity Let this horizontal concern Being for prophecy... To the falls of the earth Still between my frostbitten dreams I hold The pharmakon that fell With an unborn creativity

Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 16, 2025