The black passage
Perfection
Wilt thou the great black beast becometh one with thee?
Unto it’s own black un-world…
The black sense of finer things
Black enraptured by the only thing you know as peaceful and real,
Black solace & serenity
The black wake world swims
The 12 black candles alight in 12 black churches
Do they light?
Wilt you light them?
Are they the peak of your black dream?
The black lyre
Do you hear it playing?
My black wing
Crosseth the oceans of uncertainty
In your pools of doubt
My black dagger
It crosseth the winds of space and time enough to find this black clock?
The black cathedral, doth it’s black bell even ring?
The black choir
Inside of the black cathedral
Do you find your way in?
Or do you get lost?
In the night?
Art thou lost to this keen black?
Art thou lost to this flaming whirlpool of big bang?
Black, art thou black attack
Of black mirrors an crystalline unfoe…
Thine black wing
Bringeth the sacred shelter
And taketh my name and body free of all lies
Caneth thee? Oh black?
My black growl, et howl
Et shriek!
Punisheth thee! Oh ocean of silence!
Oh great black stigmata of purity simple and profound and virgin and kind to the unkind soul?
The black dress
Or black gown
Who wilt wear it?
Is it she? The only one beautiful enough to ever be invoked on such a scarlet plane.
Is it her?
The black noble carves sweet forbidden echo’s in the nimble myriads of time and space.
What is this secret sacred black?
But the virgin word?
Does it create universes?
Does it always come as your final arted lover?
Does it always come as the end of all brutes?
What is this black that beholds all scarlet things?
What is black if it’s greatest good?
What is black if it’s almighty primordial good?
What is black if it' carries the myriad miracle force?
What is black yet devours all darkness in secret almighty and holy scarlet light?
What is this black that is grey myriad shapes and sizes?
What is this black that is Sariel’s Scythe?
And conquers all things with it’s one fell swoop which banishes all things unto their full and dark moon?
What is this black that is 12 castles surrounding thee?
What is black if it creates 12 black windmills
What is black if it carries 12 special flaming oceans in the sky
And drowns you in them pleasantly and nonchalantly?
What is black if it beholds every single secret,
Small and Large and Medium
Diaphanous and Huge and Valkyric
Tiny and Gargantuan and Graceful
Lithe and Leviathan and Light
What is black, if it takes everything for itself, and gives perfectly to everyone in the universe?
What is black yet fills you with the signs of the secret sun and secret moon?
What is black yet yearns and longs and writhes like feral final arted females…
What is black if it beholds your escape from this universe?
What is black if it touches everything everywhere at the same time?
What is black if it beholds the secret sacred scarlet truths?
What is black if it knows all things?
What is black if it surrounds the moon completely,
What is black if it gives you all final arted control?
What is black but beholds and embraces all heavenliest color and light and fire and ice and ocean and cloud and star and rain and earth?
What is black but beholds that which is the end of all darkness?
What is black but speaks in perfect final arted 13th tongue?
What is black but beholds the 13th full moon
The moon which watches and protects all the other 12 moons…
What is black yet commands 13 earths, moons, mercury,
venus, mars, jupiter, sol, saturn, neptune, and pluto?
What is black and dances like final arted bliss and ecstasy?
What is black yet knows thyself expertly and viciously?
What is black yet beholds the final arted orgasm?
What is black yet yearns and longs with perfect final arted aim?
What is black yet blesses the entire universe with gold and silver twilight?
You!
Come with me!
I have to show you something!
I am in your shadow.
I am your final arted lover.
Don’t you want to just touch me?
Don’t you want to kiss me?
Hold me?
Follow me…
I wilt show you a starlit mire made of incandescent myriad miracles.
Can’t you see me?
What is gold and every single color in the universe
What is deathless death and communion
The passage is clear in this black abyss
And the art of black is scarlet in incandescent flowing rivers
By her and her whom sighed nonchalantly and whispered death…
And it just…
WAS.
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