Ghosts Lay Eggs - Over the Voids...

Death dreams of nothing but itself

Does nothingness dream?

Leap of faith is a leap of despair

In a needless hive of Tlön…

.that I stroll throught willing to imprint a vowel

Crop up for communion skinny sprintes

Ghosts lay eggs

I’m a deity veiled in a layers of moss

A swampspawn

Stillborn are dreams and nothingness holds their bony hands

Does nothingness dream?

Lets pilgrim to the border of despair

In a needless hive of Tlön

How come I came this far to anoint your foreheads

And my whole flesh is marked instead?

Like a sculpture of stained glass

Lifless

Stained glass

Marked