There is a threshold of being
Of that which Is and that which Is despite
A teethed and gnawing vulva
An exsanguination of form (to pure condition)

A ceaseless ouroboric hunger
To crush, grind and slither
To stone, cracked stone to dust
Pregnant titan of Cronus

This, the hymen of undoing
Pathless dissolution of a lunar draw
To drown the empire of the sun
Consummation in fated ruination

There is an aqueous realm of primality
Frothing at known shores

May these cliffs slip
To the maw of their fault
Let this birth consume itself
And with it, I

My form
Cast down
Sacral flores upon the waves
My bones
Powdered ‘neath abyssal breath

May my back break over the scales
Torn flesh as portal
And send my spirit within the waves

I plummet from these marble cliffs
(Autor ego audendi!)
To know better the black stone broken
(Autor ego audendi!)
For this body is a coastline
(Autor ego audendi!)
On the ocean of being
(Autor ego audendi!)