A Dialogue With the Eeriest Sublime
La vita prosperò senza essere cosciente di sé stessa E altrettanto incosciente si disperse attraverso notti senza avvenire Dissemino nel fuoco gli eventi di una cupa promessa dimenticata Gli occhi che han visto cose grandiose sono sprovveduti a vedere le loro rovine Asperges me, hiatus I am your lamb, place me on the sapphire altar Tar claws in a pit of waiting teeth No enterprise has an end in itself No sacrifice ignores its inner vanity I caught Icarus' ego: no leap prescinds from its inner vanity Currents overwhelm me with memories long repressed Thousand forms I abjure to reduce myself to a shadow I immolate my flesh to you, no body contains me Limbs, conscience, synthesis: in thy depths I drown In thy cerulean blood I bathe In thy sacred chalice I plunge Abandon me to your womb These shores graze my mind, albeit alien I remember these desperate, scattered clouds, fragments of my essence Thousand moons in thousand spheres their sempiternal dance entwine In them I resound in the indigo harmony A breath of motionless cobalt: no longer I'm blood and bones On the holiest ground, candor is spilled as blood Miserere mei, hiatus
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
In the village where I was born I learned that an object of desire is such Only if it is hidden beyond something I've learnt to yearn it, but luckily I won’t be satisfied In a past reincarnation I’ve met the subtly superior power Of vague beauty compared to the obvious one Here I stand An Imposing crystal palce Among its mazes I wander Splendid, frigid icy as frost Tormented by cyclic amnesias, whispers and whistles creep into my ears While I drag myself to the upper floors His anguish becomes pulsating Around my worn out chest Why is everything again stranger and familiar? I grope, until I reach a terrace, with a small balustrade It’s night out there, how long have I walked in here Undergoing the time flow, passively? I was so exhausted that My slumber lasted until the following spring; I made an egress to the terrace at dusk. I realized the balcony faced north, where I could glimpse A turquoise vein in the sky above mountains The onset of a twilight I've long forgotten Where I was born the objects of desire Were hidden beyond sylvan shadows I've always wanted to see them But the voice that echoes behind will’s recesses Led me to a safer place
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Dreadful was the madness That drew me out of flesh' jaws Never before I blurred my thought Until I perceived sense's horizon Now, blind, its throat peers into my bowels It digs, inside my orbits, a purple weeping I dare a step further Cyanotic shrieks paint deeper tides Ddull flames glimmer in apatite The world bows to a silent twilight I let the perpetual fall plunge me Into an eternity of pitch Here I lie I gazed the web unbinding Vain is its weaving Vain are its scaffolds Alabaster ichor ever drifts me Sub-ego, between my cracks I gasped Concealed is deception Consumed by what it feeds Same nature, multiple faces stir into it Seed of the same fade Reduced to one to fill it Thus that Zero Would never be empty Drowned in ether Bounded in Ouroboros Vacuous hope I vibrated in these vault winds I never thought To these shores Aim my mind again; Rise to naught To embrace their torment Thus that One would never be full Ancient sovereign of withered ardor
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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I am them, I am the one who beholds What led me to al this? Orbitless, through orbitless worlds My iris delves, but on the horizon of those Nothing but filthy soil boils Drowning me, my descent he awaits Where my empty caves stand Stare at me! Air flowing into my veins I wish other shoulders would bear my burden Cause I crawled more than I’ve ever soared Listen. This black bile echoes in a time That is too old to ever consider my existence This mud in starslike ancient eyes Swarms ferments, devouring me And I, twisted shadow of myself reflection Only reflection of truth of a thousand times dead god Am the vain monument From those gazes I sensed the hunger, dissolving into them. To rise is to fall, soothe In a never glutted flame Time became sand Unveil what for so long was forgotten, deep delving in myself Obtaining nothing but dust: For too long I was blind in life chalice's inebriety Soundless mouth, faceless face I am the one who beholds, and itself devours Brittle bones: In hollow eyes this pitch seethes Restless plunging from a horizonless summit As i fall through the ruins sun has never been so far Aphonic, deathless downfall Eternity: rise is but a cold spasm I am the one who beholds I am them, I am the one who beholds, and forever...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Along steps that I acknowledge as mine Nerve's wrath quiets down Yet, these trails no longer belong to me August fires ignite this blackness which recalls an instant’s whiff: Crimson crowns wither in tears and dust On my whole body An eyed corolla always blooms Deep concealed inside my pride’s fog They peer into my sin I deserve their condemnation: Of my purple lymph, from the lowest lair oozed There will blaze a last, desperate ascent I yearn for oblivion: Infinite times I enjoyed A luminous legacy Infinite times I nourished Infinite times I fed A smoke filled truth What will be is silent, but what has been speaks Through its own voice, an echo of its sentence The silver river reflects what’s become ash But no longer those moments belong to me Seven pairs of opal wings Riding upon six triads of ebony hooves Piercing the sulfurous horizon In my miserable tension to infinity Every bone, every fiber was shattered The irony of beholding eternity... to throw it away “But my seed is an empty shell” Who sows won't harvest, but my seed is an empty shell And no one will get its fruits No peak will be worth the traveled path No summit will revere the valley from which arose
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
I never craved For the sight of this place And I’ll never flee from it This canvas drowns in the silence Of its fading shades Hollow spheres ooze nothing but Dust... Like a relentless flood When the will withdraws Troops of sterile mouths Was it I, who torn out the clay with my own hands? I escape from my flesh I meet a subtle retribution A tighter cage Was it I, who faced numbness as a bonebreaking fardel? Blind I watched over A dim eternity On the glare of truth from afar This land is deaf to To its children shrieks Infinite times corroding my Self... I've been weaving the plots Of my abyss and now I found an empty grail Was it I, who led a fool crusade in the first place? And here I glimpse a stone Inscribed with two worlds I'm wide awake inside The dreaming mind of a lonely god screened in a dark chamber ...And it's blissful But it doesn't feel like home
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026