The movement of mind
leaping from darkness
finds many shades to light.
...
Then with the songs
which realities sing as they
brush each other
in the web of the eternal tree.
...
Fragments of a book
laying untouched on a open altar
surrounded by geometric stones
carved in hypergeometric hieroglyphs.
...
And where the border of "Real"
fades, a few lonely farmsteads
hold on. Faded worn with centuries
painted with hexes and pictoglyphs
older than mammalian history.
...
A billion shades of gray
blurring with every reality branch
separating away, moving further
into eternity's ultimate joke.
...
Crickets, in disconsonant harmony
whisper of the answer
to a jape spoken when
the light of the Big Bang
filled everywhere. Before
the first gods of this creation woke
from their infinite dream.
...
Assonant disharmonics
which flow through spheres
bordering the throne
where the blind idiot dances
waiting the heavens to align.
...
Cosmic blasphemy reigns
in all the worlds near
the infinite shades of midnight.
Which linear life
calls its own, those places nearest
animate nuclear chaos
and they howl down corridors of time.
...
The acerebral deity
who twitching to flutes
drawn from non-Euclidean geometry's,
dreams of times to be when he
is supreme. And the universes tumble
through his nuclear chaotic obesity.
...
Fleeing the sounds of those harps
being strummed, by jewel bedecked women
dancing to their music of the moon.
In mad gyrations,
with sweat being slung, (glistening
in the dark of His throne room)
adding sex to the mingling scents.
Voices ruff
from speaking chants in a insectal tongue,
which died before our small sun
was born.
...
From the non-Euclidean linearity
the clicking of their claws resounds;
and they howl across eons, following
the time scent
left by incautious travelers.
Following along
hypergeometric curves
of protoplasmic life Yog-Sothoth,
who steps through
hurricanes of paradox unscathed.
...
And the hounds bay
in harmony with those flutes
being played
at the center
of the universe beyond space-time.
...
From fever altered ears I hear their calls
across the lines of time.
And I see the shades of creatures
who live along the edges
of our continuum; waiting
for humanity
to play with the fire of its own mind.
Then they'll come hoping to catch
the explorers of consciousness off guard.
...
At this distance the sounds of the flutes
come softly at first
lending an almost gentle harmony to them.
And the linearity of the hounds
seems strong enough protection
from the blasphemy of the beginning.
...
The twisted shapes of colors
lifting themselves from the depths of midnight
and following the tormented rainbow
through the infinite universes which
cast their shadows of space-time
along worldlines of obscure probability.
shifting the song of hydrogen
by a bit of an attometer or two.
Here the songs coming through the doorways
in the sand of shifting futures
deified mortalities
reflected in a trillion broken mirrors
littering the shores
of clotted seas.
...
And the Blind Idiot
living nuclear chaos
who sits dancing at his throne perched on the
center of eternity
waiting for the aligning of all the universes
so that he may regain his mind; and blast his
way out of the throne room and
retake the lordship of all eternity
from his former masters the Elder Gods.
...
Who sit dreaming at the Dog star
waiting for the time when
the spells of binding must get renewed.
...
Of the corners where the dust gathers
and the scurrying creatures dash
avoiding those flutists and the Lord
at his throne. Who in an acerebral ecstasy
leashes out at these morsels
with his psuedopod’s of nuclear chaos.
From which he grows just a fraction larger
each life-force taken bringing him closer
to his birthing size (all of the universe).
...
Shadows of life
from the curves of protoplasmic time
where the hounds
howl unable to grasp
in their talons these feasts
until they've evolved enough
to find the grimoirs of the elder
more linear eternities
when Earth was yet a molten ball
half hidden within
a proto-stellar nebula.
...
And the foundations of the temple
at Leng were being laid by the Mi-Go,
and the Flame Vampires
brought each sculpted stone
from a quarry on a dim lit world
a dozen light-years away.
Dead now aeons.
...
That strange place where the triple dawn
leaves oddly hued shadows
thrice each thousand years.
And the Hell hounds howl across
the edges of linear eternities
listening to the songs of animate energies
surrounding carved blocks of magical stone.
...
The temple slowly took shape
during the billion year rain.
They planted the first ferns to bloom
under those early black clouds,
and gave a phosphorescent light
too the ebony sky, which had until then
only seen the reflections of
volcano's and lightning and meteor's
whose glows lasted
briefly an aeon.
...
Each one danced a thousand years
around the growing of the black basalt temple.
Around its lowest ramparts
the first ocean sang the song of life
to a child Earth.
And the priests who placed the last stones
joined in the molding
of creatures
which in aeons to come
would have the strength
to battle the hounds of time
and the hideous Dholes
who'd destroyed their worlds.
...
The protectors of humanity.
Living in the borderland of
humanities delirium
waiting for the turning
of the stars into the set pattern
which weakens the barriers of worlds.
Under the strange cold suns
of dream, hiding
among the curves of infinity
where the hounds of Hell
may not invade nor travel.
...
Children of animate energies
dance among the non-Euclidean pillars
and the doorways of a trillion worlds.
...
Here in corridors dim with many hued shadows.
Where each step stretches
the length of Aleph points,
and the shadows thicken with every step
until
you've barely noticed
and the end of the corridor comes into sight
with the sound of mad flutists dancing
comes faintly many universes away.
Pulling to the feast
the unsuspecting child
of non-linear realities.
...
The Idiot God twitching on his throne
not knowing incapable of caring
in any sense understandable;
lashes out
with nuclear psuedopod’s
at the foolish creatures who stumble
through the doorways
of infinity
controlled by the Other Gods
fluting songs
of disharmony
and sensuality.
...
Longer than the comets tail
His strides devour the light-centuries
that are his throne room.
By: David E. Howerton
©[11/03/1995]
Email: David Howerton