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Crucifuge

by Ensorcelor

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FAR BELOW THE CANOPY. WHERE BAREST LIGHT PENETRATES THE SHADOWED LABYRINTH OF THE FOREST FLOOR. BENEATH A CARPET OF ROTTING LEAVES. BENEATH OUR FEET, A HIDDEN KINGDOM, ALIVE AND OF DECAY, CONSPIRING WITH THE ROOTS OF ANCIENT TREES. I'M DIGGING FOR FIRE, AND FINDING ONLY ROT. TONIGHT WE DINE WITH MOUSSERON. RAISE YOUR GLASS, RAISE IT HIGH TO MOUSSERON.AND IF AT THE BOTTOM OF EVERYTHING THERE WERE ONLY A WIDE FERMENT, THAT TWISTING IN DARK PASSIONS DREAMT ALONE OF RETURN? FEASTING ON REFUSE AND DECAY, AND SAPROPHYTIC SPLENDOUR, SLEEPS DEEP AND TOMORROW CONSUMES YOUR FLESH. STEP INTO THE FAERY RING, WHERE THE WITCHES DROP THEIR WOES. BREATHE DEEP YOUR LAST, BENEATH A CLOUD OF SPORES, AS MYCORRHIZAE INTO YOUR LUNGS. FOOD FOR BOLETES. FOOD FOR WOOD EARS. FOOD FOR MORELLES. FOOD FOR BORCHII. LET THE CORPSE-FINDERS MARK MY PASSING, I WILL WEAR THEIR CROWN UPON MY GRAVE.
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Crucifuge 20:45
i recall dimly and diffuse like drops of water or like shadows passing across the surface a calling a chorus a compulsion an insinuation in veins of the leaves "sink your fingers deep beneath the crust let them entwine among the rocks and roots let fall away this heterotrophic hubris let fall away the conceits of the flesh "come thread your toes in the soil if you would but slap the hand of god that conspires to divide us we could grow" some wept bitter tears of confusion and indignation to salt the earth and beat their fists against the earth tore their roots from the soil to die to wither beneath an indifferent sun dessicate on the earth that would have had them and would have them still let this mourning be brief let the clouds weep in your stead stretch out and wait as the verdure reclaims as the field and forest collide "already you labour to remake the land in your image, you suppose but whose seed do you sow? on whose sufferance do you suppose that you stride and canter through these waves of undulating green? whose life, little masters? tell me, is the sun your slave? we are the light eaters"

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released May 13, 2011

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