Circle Takes The Square - Decompositions - Volume Number One - 05 Prefaced By The Signal Fires

Circle Takes The Square - Decompositions - Volume Number One - 07 Singing Vengeance Into Being


From 2004 full length "As the Roots Undo"
Released by Robotic Empire and Hyperrealist
Recorded and mastered by Anthony Stubelek at Rockstudio in Brunswick GA

Nothing's so lucid as the promise of dreams, but these pills we found just make me sleep.
There's nothing quite so pure as the written word my dear, so lets have ourselves a little poem.
Until the will to speak loses urgency.
Our animal indecency in print is so blase.
Its about the bell tower, at the golden hour.
Angel of the spires climbs here steel cage staircase spine, angle of desire.
Ascend the wrought iron, one by one, wrung by wrung.

Is it the rising roof line that makes me feel so swallowed whole,
or the way my body barely pricks the sky,
the same as a century's worth of virgin's blood that's passed through my longing veins,
scheming to convince my aching mind that pleasure's got nothing on the miracle of need.
Nothing's so purile as meter and rhyme when you can't see the ground from that ledge and this perch is so far, far from the nest.
Gravity doesn't grant me the privilege of failure my bough never breaks
I don't stumble into anything
so I climb and I carve my initials in the bark with that feather I found but its all so contrived.

My genes didn't bless me with the foresight of a sage but I know how this will end, in apologies and ink on the page.
A slowly constructed crow quilled confession of my spirit to all of you,
black waterproof ink scars the board, so hot-pressed, pristine and pure.
A slowly constructed manifestation of "to tremble",
as base as a bridge in a song and less like the poem that I promised you.
Nothing's so lurid as haiku-detat on sidewalks in white outlined chalk,
all I've got is this ink smeared lines.
With our voices in harmony, the offering, of a crow quilled threnody. 


"Crowquill" from As the Roots Undo 2004

Art Damage

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Trilogy 6 "Forgetting"

i. Enter By The Narrow Gates 

"All Hope Abandon Ye Who Enter Here." 
-Dante, The Inferno 

Bring forth the Light, 
To raze colonies 
In a single cleansing breath. 
Don't sleep, my queen; 
The sun rises one less time 
Than it will set. 
Now overhead, the stars 
That guided our forebears 
Have turned to dust. 
And underfoot, the churning 
Framework of this earth 
Succumbs to rust. 

Bring forth the Light. 

These dreams of Thunder displace, 
Dismantled spirit's burnt bare- 
Sylphs in the shards resounding, 
"Open to the Field!" 
Depatterned, floating in Grace, 
Mapping the fragments... 
"For to awaken and reassemble, 
Enter by the narrow gates." 

All has been inscribed 
In the footnotes of time, 
From the rising dead 
To the falling rains; 
From these proving grounds 
To the burial mounds 
Of fallen satellites' 
Skeletal remains. 

From a timeworn note's 
Subtle feeling-tone, 
To the coiled scales 
In this mistaken mode. 
Felt the birch bark walls 
Of the temple shake, 
When those who from heaven, 
To this earth came. 

From Eleusia 
To the Killing Fields; 
From the Promised Land 
To the coming plague; 
From the trenches of 
Every whispered war, 
To the future wreckage 
Of the Large Array. 

For the gate is wide, 
And the way is broad, 
That delivered me 
(Insufferable in-between) 
From the fleeting dawn 
To this endless night, 
In the labyrinth 
Of the Iron Kings. 

Now my footsteps take precedence as the traffic sounds fade, 
And this city's lungs have purged their last breath. 
I'm held captive at the curb before the World's End Lane, 
Where I pledge my self to uncertainty. 
From this shattered breaking point each new step must be 
Nothing short of the saddest act of sorcery. 
In search of that fleeting adversity, 
O, merciless emptiness, that used to possess me... 

So farewell Persephone, at rest on the altar, 
Who dared to merge stone with the skies. 
What curses of men guard the bridges you built, dear? 
What doorways, what star-gates have you left behind? 
So I'm following stardust, what's left of the twilight, 
To get to that last jagged line. 
To the edge of the earth by the age of rebirth. 
I'll dissolve, end this realm, and reclaim what is mine. 

Take in the knitting air, 
Part with the cleansing breath, 
Destiny turns the soils in which we manifest. 
Suffer the burning coals, 
Yield to the spiral tides, 
Peer into the darkness, that all may be defined. 

(swing wide the narrow gates)

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