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The Extra​-​Dimensional Spider Web For Those Pure In Hand & Heart

from From It Pours What Some Call Emptiness by Antipsychocircumseptemsomambulation

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More than the king, fortune attends the stillborn

Dangling from The Quiet Heaven is an argent line
The thieving thread that leads the unborn astray
The same thread whose breath snuffs the flame of suffering
As it writhes as if alive (In truth, it is)

A feast for the spider that dangles its hell-destined web
Those trapped in the inferno struggle up its orthotropic axis
To be poisoned and consumed
By the extra-dimensional angler

There is a silent sound that echoes downward
It implores their anti-sensation
A blessing of the benignity and relinquishment

"Netherprism spectacle
Underveil glare
Quelling of the embryo"

Ensared in the labyrinth of Amorathor
Paralyzed by thought and venom
Consumed without the shedding of a single tear

Plucked from the intersecting planes that cut invisibly
A feaster of the womb, Amorothor knits the net that some call "miscarriage"
A sparing from the deprivation of the flesh

"Grasp three of my seven dimensions
Take the hand that wraps your eyes
Bite down if you dare
And choke on the emptiness you denied
This is your salvation rite"

The prey's final whimper is . . .

"For the gift of nonexistence,
Thank you"

The prey bites down.

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from From It Pours What Some Call Emptiness, released November 1, 2016

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