occult manifesto (draft)

 i want to feel the trees glimmer

in there inner twilight bivocal

speaking to eachother

i need belief i need it equipped

i need to be civilised except when 

the ape me comes out

i need to skate the edge of milton

coal mine towns coleridge in

my route

i need everything to obsess me 

make the heavens come down

leaving limbs treebird nesting 

wrestling with the grim

sewer cursing westling winds

i need romance

be it him

her the discursive rhythm

of other beings

i know they are pure

and i need them

i know the blue light blurs

realitys i dont need them

i know a few delusional souls

and fairie wing rigmarole

to there doomed souls is

rock and roll

as jesus bleedin

i dont care about the abscense 

of care i walk glenledi 

with eyes stalked out

my treetrunk oakish bard

moss on mouth

i need demons 

more then bitten nails

i need approach from different angles

i need angels, i need seraphim 

 i need neurosis 

its as everthin

line blurring abandoned lots

ive lost the plot but im leavin

for another place where space derails time

i find in me the key to wittgenstein

all silence does feed him

in line 

and everpresent as the slumber

whilome blankets linger in snow

the lumber mill the chattering grandma 

heathen still

the seasons spring autumn and winter chills 

 without them im not free

without the planets and the spheres

the wetland seagulls

davincis study of the wings

avian pottery 

i dont see 

last of all its me percieving 

time withstood

last of all its me

from childhood 

im grieving

in blue light

tears for everpresent life

are dark charred

tortured 

but good!!!