Holding The Picture

...Neptune's mouth;
The tentacle shows through the fabric now
“Beautiful humans,” He tells me
“This is where to grow them."
He shows me a small game
We use spears to impale them

Tunnels and caverns; I live and inhabit
Consciousness...
An intelligence that calls itself “Unity.”
An underground nervous system
I become unmoved while I absorb sunlight
You enact total war on creativity
Tunnels and caverns; I live to inhabit
All sins ignored; To enact my cells
There are others around me...

“Listen to me girl!
Your origin is unknown
Your waste in a thousand burning seas
Filth and desperation corrode your crevasses
Seek nothing into the dream affairs
Your ancestors were a plague.”

Wide open like a mouth
Guided with nothing now
At the mountains of madness
My overlord has left me alone
And only I know what pain is
Fluttering down on broad cheeks
The planet’s winds whip against me

Luminescent flashing
Mother burning underneath the ground
Or what I smell...
What is this?
Crashing life field
A passage
Am I the first visitor?
Neptune's mouth;
The tentacle shows through the fabric now...