The Song of the Astral Oarsman
The Song of the Astral Oarsman
Beyond the moon, beyond the stars,
floats my raft across piebald nebulae
drawn farther along by my prowess earned through sweat and blood
and the dyspnoeal winds coughed up by a brooding vermillion star,
conjunct forces of unlikely associates,
but as miasmic woes cut into whispering moans,
excaltation swirls in sultry approbation of abomination,
spit, semen and blood fizz with life, infectious ectoplasma rampant for a greed
that trades the sequence of birth to death berth in a mirroring dialecticism,
and reverse it again, to branch off measured yet unbound, unfolding
the canopy of our polypious perseity,
so am I aware that my journey will harvest many tributes,
awe minds, inspire hearts and bolster spirits,
whilst my name will only sow frowns and torpor among many others,
long after I signed off as my own archetype and my dust lay slumbering on
celestial bodies...
But now my attention is steeply pitched to this black invitation!
I rake decidedly into currents of stagnant chemistry, push forward through jaded matter,
seed an obsolete environment like my dreams weaned me to a level
that morbidity begot the foundations of this bold endeavour, and so
I became the stellar ruler confirmed amidst complete fruitless negation,
beyond the moon, beyond the stars.
Beyond the moon, beyond the stars,
floats my raft across piebald nebulae
drawn farther along by my prowess earned through sweat and blood
and the dyspnoeal winds coughed up by a brooding vermillion star,
conjunct forces of unlikely associates,
but as miasmic woes cut into whispering moans,
excaltation swirls in sultry approbation of abomination,
spit, semen and blood fizz with life, infectious ectoplasma rampant for a greed
that trades the sequence of birth to death berth in a mirroring dialecticism,
and reverse it again, to branch off measured yet unbound, unfolding
the canopy of our polypious perseity,
so am I aware that my journey will harvest many tributes,
awe minds, inspire hearts and bolster spirits,
whilst my name will only sow frowns and torpor among many others,
long after I signed off as my own archetype and my dust lay slumbering on
celestial bodies...
But now my attention is steeply pitched to this black invitation!
I rake decidedly into currents of stagnant chemistry, push forward through jaded matter,
seed an obsolete environment like my dreams weaned me to a level
that morbidity begot the foundations of this bold endeavour, and so
I became the stellar ruler confirmed amidst complete fruitless negation,
beyond the moon, beyond the stars.
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