I prefer the dirt and the darkness
Hidden under, hunched
Buried in freshly fallen leaves
By the pit I'm swallowed up
Elder things of nightmare
Dreamscapes on eyelids gaunt
Eldritch hauntings howling
Whistling through the trunks
A wind whispering nameless
Summoning who knows what
Planting seeds in deepening weeds
In a place forever lost
I prefer the alien
The forgotten and remote
Beyond us lie the stones of old
Bones of Earth protruding up
Starry velvet staring back
A presence felt in time
In tune and now just puppeteered
Body and soul not mine
A mind still kept in crypts below
In hidden walls of stone
Entranced by flame and wanderlust
Still swaying to the song
I prefer percussion and melody
In colors at the core
Out of space and outer remedies
Searching for the cure
Tracked backward toward an origin
Solving mazes made of roots
Diving down to gather soil here
To harvest deeper fruits
A truth almost left to decay
And a half-life half-forgotten
Simulations of mythic memories
Turned sour and half-rotten
I prefer to run this down
Letting hunger take its toll
Surrendering to life itself
What thou wilt the only law
And in this I disassociate
I thirst for the feel of teeth
And stake this vampire daily
To make of her a deity
And return to dirt and darkness
Slaughter ego while I sleep
And in laughter wake once more
Beneath the blanket of the leaves
A DEEPER HARVEST
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