investigation log #3: the beast does not merely eat it collects the subconscious matter of unsuspecting victims
oceans burn and wave after wave vanish into the tide’s throat
you walk right in and the forest speaks but you never listen your thoughts occupied by puny conventions and skeletal concepts come back again when the noise is gone
veins hum with alien hymns and the river neon swallows strangers’ heartbeats all sense of being lovingly consumed with otherworldly directive
the ocean forgets the warmth of summer and with each crash of waves the silver moon is summoned into existence
come closer and you will find lightning trapped within dewdrops in the dark before dawn
the magic of reading word after word is lost somewhere between the pages we may see the bigger picture but the essence of small details eludes our frail minds
where the smoke climbs the autumn sky burns away
robe cast aside naked bare revealed i step into the psychic pyre to be condemned to the astropathic choir now we are many now we are one eternal against the warp
for the emperor
voices fall faster than bodies until there is only silence with bloodied fangs
elancharan gunasekaran 