Becoming Again

Lace of sparks curls


I am inside contained briefly

Or beyond 

Another shape entirely

Between skull bones and tongue

A little broken

A little queer

The unreliable narrator of reality

Of soft impressions fluid

Finding all the cracks

But I am something else

 star lit darkness deep

No depths no bones at all

The imperfect channels will erode

Sputter into dissolution 

Leaving me bare and bright

// Eoten


The devil loves their children

Brilliant creatures diverse


Delicious difference of form

Of song and appetite

Unbound beings winged and horned 

Scaled beneath skin

Ungainly imposters 


Fulfilled in earth and magma

Waterfall spaces

Blood altars beneath branches

Scratched sigils 

Doorways and designs


Alien attempts 

We are the shadow’s gifts 

The breakers of chains

The enders the speakers

We know the pathways of death and madness

Death and courage

Trickster kin and night spawn 

The great wings of the moon enfold us soft

As we sleep in sunlight

Dreaming new magic into life

// Eóten