One Bleak Try

And so when it is that you are sat in the shambled edifice of your own devising
Laying inert and defeated amid your sallow thighs your flaccid scepter
And the excrement your fundament has loosed gone petrified about your shivering buttocks
The stench of putrescence boiling aloft to nostrils ruined and grown with wires
With your final energies running forth from your tongue in beads of slime
Raise up and go, be hauled erect upon frayed bones to crawl over cold earth
And through zones of desolation where the stillness is yet colder
To that sweet wellspring of your youth thought to forever trickle and gush
With waters giving, forming, birthing and forced upon your crown
Those signals emerged from out the boundless void in the maw of infinity
Within the dry creekbed are the bones of foxes, possums, mongrels
And the spring is cracked and crumbling, a gaped sphincter coughing dust
Into it you'd bleed every sanguine drop and spray the silver worms of your inspiration
To coax from the sapient and silent stone the crawling things of the earth
To bring forth those dragonflies to copulate in your earholes
And when you found that singing yonic portal in the emptiness and you sang to it
Conjured from its vapors those voices, those forms Abyssal and Holy alike
Of a piece to the object, the planetary body waxing hot with spark and vitality
The dream fed with cool waters and warm blood, fresh as spring blossoms
New as the fontanel of infants, as their gaze so pure to behold the doings of madness
And you could open yourself to visions immense and atomic
Drink of these waters, harvest those chemicals needed to condense right forms
Synapses engorged and turgid with the spirit and you sing unto the mysteries
And you pray unto them that shall never banish you, never quit you
And when the going of time quickens and quicken it will to ends beyond your reckoning
And these entities forced into being by your hand are fled from sight or sound
You will make a final sortie to the aborted light beyond the walls of mist
One last bleak try to soar to seethe to pulse to know and evacuate and to penetrate
Wake you upon the heath where winds of ash and lime blow hollow
Here it is you will seek to contrive towers and citadels of stone and to put fires in their zeniths
And in the bowels of their foundations will you adorn galleries to old dreams
Tell the milling herds to hearken, to bear witness to the humours you've decocted
Until the fabric of these creations does melt into so much mucilage
And those larval apes come swarming as gnats to howl and mock and fling their dung
Alone with the dark and the grinding bones of the earth and those phantasms:
Titan, ophidian, noctambulist, satyr, barghest, wraith, hag, gorgon, mollusk, megachasma
Dread, dread and deeper dread, the suck of the unseen maelstrom at your hide
Carbuncles drained into the cauldron to divine resting souls caged in the vortex
Go you receding into depths of rock and earth as a worm to smolder in decay