Confusion Gate
I fear that we have stopped too long The rabbit hill grows white and lost Forget the gas lamp hissing song We will not need it in the frost The fingernail is floating Toward the siren flows the course Strange the locust Strange the fire Brush the frozen horse Ice entombed hardens blue It’s not the sunlight you’ll remember Not the passage But the hag Not the butcher But the bowels Not the headstone But the bag If there’s a light then there’s a lantern First is tapping then a face Let us rouse the sleeping body Weird the journey Wrong the place The fingernail is floating Toward the siren flows the course Strange the locust Strange the fire Brush the frozen horse Smolder on the rabbit hill The ice will be out walking The winter now is looking The blackbird nigh is talking I fear that we have stopped too long The rabbit hill grows white and lost Forget the gas lamp hissing song We will not need it in the frost The fingernail is floating Toward the siren flows the course Strange the locust Strange the fire Brush the frozen horse
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
Black tongue Window pane A flame got too close The candle slipped her silver chains And fell out of the boat And climbed up coughing on the beach All along the crowded street So hard to see No room to step Her trick held to her chest Unplayed Wet jacket wool Thin flower scarf The thought of flesh If your focus is bending The field mouse is caught The master the ending Medusa the thought Sunlight cloaks the shiver Night brightens the bloom Sun pools in the river Shade pools in the room She’s sleeping in the orchard cave A candle Restless night Walk out again Down where the cobblestones begin So much time is spent above The mountain air is thin In heavy air she slips through the old town And finds a place to hide She’s now inside And looking out Her trick held to her chest Unplayed Wet jacket wool Thin flower scarf The thought of death My footsteps had been knocking As I was walking I was walking On the door
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
Hanging from the abyss lip Three fingers in a scorpion hole Zero light Cavewater spit Tension skein The falling cloak was full I fear the morning light The falling figure whispered As it sank into the dark What spectrum is suspended In the red mud What cloth is spun with terrestrial spoil A pig sees maps and island green There is a lighthouse in the soil I fear the morning light The falling figure whispered As it sank into the dark The pig sees quilts of clay and gold Red roofs adrift in lowland mist The town is mute Spring midnight cold The animal, paralysis The trench is full where treasure falls The mantle gleams where the cracks are found But time is not held by the hand The animal swings back around The hand is blind that holds the rope The bell is deaf that swings at noon With morning light Descension hope The night has stopped Suspension moon Hanging from the abyss lip Three fingers in a scorpion hole Zero light cavewater spit Tension skein The falling cloak was full The night has stopped Suspension moon The night has stopped Suspension moon
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
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Another day’s water collects In a room of weeds Now the starless are in command The burning field has failed again The purple curse whispered With the breath of a hole Who thought the fanfare could play forever? How quickly the cask of warm light drains You will not believe me I lie dead on the floor In the dark slides a stone From the old corridor Who is to say which shapes are moving there And which remain motionless? You should trust only your eyes The glass scales are rising again in the field For a time you will glide For a time you will kneel The glass scales are rising again in the field For a time you are listening For a time you are real You will not believe me I lie dead on the floor In the dark slides a stone From the old corridor
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
Look at me Stay with me Don’t walk away Familiar light I can still see you In the pine-filth of a lowland home Master fills his heavy jug And passes through the cornerstone To slake in silence in the mud The duchess shaking gold from gold In quiet halls of garden gloom Is swooning downward toward the sun Fresh crocuses in Mesmer’s room So nested with a silver yarn A spiral in the pony’s flesh She’s gliding up the country hill And keening for the gilded bed Chanting of a widow Tall shadow on the plain A tunnel through the ceiling A teapot of remains I fear the mastеr’s murmur Comes drifting down the flue Abеrrant void, hyaena heart ’Til springtime comes for you The duchess shaking gold from gold In quiet halls of garden gloom
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
Can you see him? Can you see him? Can you see him? Can you see him?
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
Risen hand Ascending flock Receive the rasping pure They rinse the pine-filth off Steep mountain White face dimming ravine His old eyes glint in the upward rippling deep But you cannot succumb If you cannot be seen Forced rising acceptance Sobbing in the upward draft In the odd twilight mountain hall Blue flowers do what masters ask The scent of black mud The scent of black mud Snakeskin face in the wind Far from silence Do not stop For the merry drown smiling in salty sweat He can see through the rocks Mirror prayer for revеrse In the mind of a rose Yеs, the toll of a bell Makes the commoner dream The fox cleans its fur With its blood in its throat For you cannot succumb To what cannot be seen You stop for a breath By a cold stream in the blinding sun Lean down for water In the ropes of sharp light Dried salt pricks your skin Sweeps by like a seraphim cape Horsefly on the hillside Taunted by the unlit match Risen hand Ascending flock Receive the rasping pure Old huddling rinse the pinefilth off Steep mountain White face dimming ravine His old eyes glint in the deep He can see through the rocks
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
My time of sunlight The shape on the old wall changed
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
A shadow crossed my luck My time of sunlight The shape on the old wall changed The unknown hour strange But struck Stranger now that From the hillside’s Rippled crown Odd twilight travels down A milk white hand is waving I forgot the golden rule That my time was not worth saving The sky is blue again For the night has risen pure My footsteps had been knocking As I was walking I was walking on the door Herring teeth daylight White rays scrape and mark the skin If I go on my day is done If I stand still my day begins A shadow crossed my luck My time of sunlight The shape on the old wall changed The unknown hour strange But struck When dimness walked Insidе the trees The garden goblin Starvеd and late Turned homeward but His name was called He stopped to see Confusion gate Tricked to silence Hidden Wing Still forever through the Autumn Stung by mold Bullfrogs and crickets sing A shadow crossed my luck My time of sunlight The shape on the old wall changed The unknown hour Strange but struck The meadow is a place where sheep Come longing for their bonds to break You’re crossing now You’ve crossed your eyes Familiar light Cross not the gate My time of sunlight My time of sunlight My time of sunlight My time of sunlight
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026