Vision and the Voice

Raising my head to yell my life out standing naked, strained as a dying worm with body of light gleaming like my disquiet with myriads of stars not-to-be-seen Here to cry the glassy anguish of souls dwelling in darkness that fell my throat is DAÄTH, the seal is breaking ZONAI screaming the vows of frozen winds of shapes winged - we should be left behind we, lightnings turned into pillars torn into shreds, in stillborn screams thembling with woes of fiery cycles PAZ - to be as they yea, I say, to be as they an oath and order to be heard a sigil and cypher to be seen OL SONUF VAORESAJI and that's the truth, you will taste it... Ætheric dimensions of cocoon sleepers Waters, Earthes and Fyres not given to us mumbling the calls of Aires alone laying the tablets carved in flesh