Swirling winds
propagate erosive dust
through the fields of chrysalis husks
Luminous figures roam
among the ruins of cities
shattered by war, clinging to life
Wraiths and shades of forsaken children
bearing neither memory nor thought
danse macabre, spectral pageantry
final scenes of the story the Overmind’s wrought
They are its seraph servants
pale reapers of the living remnants
the Apostle left unchanged in its wake
Decoupling souls from their mortal vessels
Gripped by contagion, one-by-one added to the coterie
Inert bodies sublimated, deliquesced
distillation of essence, the prima materia
yliaster flows to refill – to refill the crucible –
the primeval crucible at each terminus of time
they toil beneath gaze of the empyrean eye,
its iris dilating as the crucible fills
the diffluent breath of creation returns to its source
the serpent coiled around the earth swallows its tail once more
Transfusion of forms
Seized and Dissolved
Specters Singing
Eeerie vibration that permeates all
They brew the decoction
From flesh into fluid
each creature a drop
in the infinite sea
The bubbling
primordium
from which all life
was alchemized