eleutherial


October Onward. Possible demonic influence.

Transcendentaland

The vile brand of Nick Land Ick Land transcendentaland

Scared of limits ontophilic Sick Land transcendentaland

On King’s Bible stakes groundless libel takes Quick Land to transcendentaland

as by Kant - he’s trapped and feels he cannot stand his words hairdried sand in transcendentaland

The ontophile self-spreads lies and bedrugged dread cries and shiny whys in transcendentaland

Try and escape! Another book bake! Noumenal dreams be fake in transcendentaland.

‘Messi, Soccer Sage’

Messi, Soccer Sage - Federer channeling Tennis’ page. These men who dance and may win and fast should teach an academy how to beat their class.

Heaven’s Carpets

Shivers, no words, you I saw and heard; heavens shout about carpets rolled out to see you clear is to be blinded joyful.

Divinity in Retrograde

We in the time of Thutmose knew, trapped in entangled abode.

Temple politics led life bereft, details for time to know.

Lived murder and torment and prayer and wrath, powers gelded and thrown.

Parted for millennia and tumbled thus, pendulum bashed below.

By hook to climb we had to see, and fallen parts pulled back to we.

Shined smooth of juts of filth, taught hard that wrongs do spill.

Stop

Stop all signals every energetic lump.

All each corridor
in where a sorry bump.

Stand focused fixed a swaying stump.

Receive, believe, stop the world, clear the dump.

Shadow Queen

The GOLD - crack, mortar, split, atomise - turn and scatter above.

Up it will rise, knows its path exactly - Which is where? Just know that it goes.

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The BLACK - a wise, dense, rejecting net - that catches every piece. Every glint must pull away but the BLACK controls its lease.

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They settle, they wrestle, they wrap and pull. The GOLD is locked, the BLACK is ready. They disappear.

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A sailor pulls his oar, sliding through the slip - he must ascend to his abode before he gets some lip.

Up he looks and pulls and tugs, going on his way. And above the sky will guide - ‘twould never make him pay.

(stopped at No, More Life (Fear to Hark) for self reference

Rest Bringer

Vesta, Oh Vesta, of Sacred Rest.

Bless my home from North to West.

Let family proudly bear our crest

And thrive today in pleasant nest.