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Chris Moran


REVENANT

A precise circulation of Godís name saturates a false transparency. To suffer
Illusions directly on-screen in this primal field is to lose it all. The field is saturated
To graze on the lives that live. Through every shade of imagining, the esoteric
Is what gets me. There are pills for that. To lose all sense of self and time
And disappear into pure energy. Sensational, the throbbing orbs. The seeds
Of death will harvest in the haze the bounty of life. Matriculated atmosphere
Resigned and vacant. Concentrated stillness receded to the lore of marginal tapestries.
Hypnogogic splendor in the void. A sieve of expectation through glass abstractions
Vacated the moon. A sundry dimensional whirlwind. Substance touch.


A Hole to Hell
Maybe thoughtís an empty gradient
or an ornament of suffering

Travelling through planes
with awareness raised

Monads

Eat sun

The night is so righteous

Nodes of singularity in air ablaze

Fulminating auras

So

Lifeless in my decay

A horror

Of

Total emptiness

Shimmer with life and exceed the sum

My signatureís the sun

Decoding death at every turn

An astral fire
Binds me in a trance

A portal

A wear and stain

A braid of errors

Tracing worlds

Itís best not to see

A virtual flow settles this

The hand is placed into the circulation

Of a detuned sky

See a gradient

A dissolve

Dead undead and knowing

Travel through distant wounds

Lateral wounds and dazzle death

Icon of death