Basunism

To engender a thrall to trepidation A cyclonic gyre of chagrinous dread A mute debilitated quiescence Gagged by the charlatanry of spurious canon A mirror's glaze of faith's swift ephemerality The strident antiphon of warped scripture is intoned To venerate the obfuscation ensconced therein Homily delivered on the dais in compact with archfiend The cavalcade of bestial phalanxes A clandestine fabrication of the chrism's effigy To mandate a fatal ineluctable toll The gradations ascending to celestial spheres The oblation of corruption we ingest A psyche manacled by the fetter of the query Its gait shattered permanently laggard Incarcerated without the stanchions of the cage The visage of renewed serfdom The nurturing of pervasive duplicity The lie's dagger-thrust the nebulous inferno's gleam Its respiration  pure disquietude; sacrosanct value recedes To orchestrate a somber choral lamentation A dolorous cadence that reverberates Specious verity radiating from pupils ...

I shall not effuse my own ichor to redeem this putrescent soul; I was already a specter, yet oblivion served as my singular pall. The chasm I have extricated myself from will not usurp my ultimate precipice, I am clutching the phantasmal suture of abdication, learning to tenaciously cleave. I merely subsist beneath the virulent ecchymosis of this cynical juncture, a penumbra-self, a serpentine thing enwinded, craving its venefic egress. The disavowal is a stifling atramentous muck when you perpetually sojourn in the telluric crevice, why does this voracious tartarean maw efflate such glacial consternation? Every spasm of being exhorts a sanguine exaction; A coronet of spines proffered to the designated, occult suzerain. Your importunity for unalloyed veracity is a famished, furibund chimera but your apocryphal codices are merely pulverulence in my palate. Cincture the abhorrence of misgiving into its coffer and obdurately regard the friable trajectory. I protract a osseous manus for th...

That deep Echo doth hold my feet in thrall, a minute forg'd of bitterest rue and spite, for I may not flee the ceaseless tumult the past hounds after my steps. I ken full well these long-held judgements are all my own creation, the very artisan of ruin, of dire oblivion's might, and of the covert wounds I dealt, without salvation's plea, traumas that ne'er found earnest parlance nor gravity. ​I imbibe the injury that finds me, prithee, as I do drain the aqua vitae's melancholic draught in this tavern dim, musing on cogitations that should remain unconceived by me. Yet in that chaos, a flower sprang, of unbecoming limb, 'midst fissures irrepairable, yet strangely doth it thrive, as if its root were perfectly plac'd, e'en on the brim. This hope did surface in my state of torpor, not as a wound to suffer physick's cure, but as the genesis of a forgotten course I laid long since, which I did deem interr'd these ten years in the earth's demesne, y...

The echo shackles my stride, m orphing into a second brimming with regret a s if I cannot run without the chaos That hounds me from the past.  I realize these penalties have resided f or a time long enough. A nd I, their sole artisan:  The architect of the ruin, the destruction, a nd the unspoken traumas inflicted on others, n ever a serious topic of discourse. ​Nevertheless, I savor the wound that arrives a s I savor a solitary glass of whisky at the bar, c ontemplating all that I should not allow my mind to touch.  In that chaos, a flower bloomed that should not be, a midst unmendable fissures and fractured ground, y et somehow, it grows as if it is perfectly placed. T hat hope appeared when I was numb, n ot with a tragedy demanding to be healed b ut as the beginning of something I started long ago w hich I believed was dead and buried a decade past; N ow, it thrives, blossoms, and comes into full bloom . On a journey to seek beauty in the gloom,  I came upon a sou...

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