A Ramadan poem about Allah and his host
Concentric rings of perception emanate from the primitive core of man's limited intellect, reaching further inward and outward with no end in either direction. At each progressive level, as the senses of human intellect become more distant and cold in comparison, the things residing there grow more alien. As sight and hearing recede into the distance as limitations of lesser, irrelevant beings, great strange things with senses broad and hideous squat in the entropy between universes.
Life is not limited to shapes of earth, nor bodies to matter. Nightmare intellects animate forms and structures not constrained by geometry or sanity, moving between quantum states and universes with equal unnatural ease.
Before man walked the earth, corrupt sentience fed on the destruction of worlds. Before life grew in the ocean, pain was art, and decay was nourishment to an audience of ravenous outer shadows whose morality is beneath the lowest depths of noxious myth, and whose machinations are endless insane defilement.
The children of the Garden were not the first, nor the last creation, but merely the most proximate and frail. Other creations from decayed creators sing black songs and dance hungrily under extinguished suns. They ooze and scream and despoil in ways unthinkable, sliding between eons and giving birth to dimensions of experience where death is forever desired but hopelessly unattainable.
Gateways between unholy vessels of emptiness pour their vile contents to and fro, mercifully unheeded and mostly unaware of man, in congress for reasons beyond comprehension. The most heinous experiences of human degeneracy and rot appear as sunlight to monstrous aesthetics with no kinship to man’s pale shallowness, whose possessors revel in timeless filth and desolation.
Empty are the arms which embrace lethal shadows, and charred is the soul which sees into the depths of sunless skies. The moon casts shadows of phantasm on transient and uncertain ground, while the footsteps of man falter and weaken. When man falls and is no more, the pitiless moon, who is Sin and Allah, laughs in the center of madness and death.
Life is not limited to shapes of earth, nor bodies to matter. Nightmare intellects animate forms and structures not constrained by geometry or sanity, moving between quantum states and universes with equal unnatural ease.
Before man walked the earth, corrupt sentience fed on the destruction of worlds. Before life grew in the ocean, pain was art, and decay was nourishment to an audience of ravenous outer shadows whose morality is beneath the lowest depths of noxious myth, and whose machinations are endless insane defilement.
The children of the Garden were not the first, nor the last creation, but merely the most proximate and frail. Other creations from decayed creators sing black songs and dance hungrily under extinguished suns. They ooze and scream and despoil in ways unthinkable, sliding between eons and giving birth to dimensions of experience where death is forever desired but hopelessly unattainable.
Gateways between unholy vessels of emptiness pour their vile contents to and fro, mercifully unheeded and mostly unaware of man, in congress for reasons beyond comprehension. The most heinous experiences of human degeneracy and rot appear as sunlight to monstrous aesthetics with no kinship to man’s pale shallowness, whose possessors revel in timeless filth and desolation.
Empty are the arms which embrace lethal shadows, and charred is the soul which sees into the depths of sunless skies. The moon casts shadows of phantasm on transient and uncertain ground, while the footsteps of man falter and weaken. When man falls and is no more, the pitiless moon, who is Sin and Allah, laughs in the center of madness and death.
posted by I the People at Wednesday, October 04, 2006
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