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Maps of the Future
03:13
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Once I thought I dreamt
Of a cartography
Of days yet to come in my life
Where living corpses lined the streets
And aged faces turned to stone.
We took refuge underground,
Served by priests
In aquamarine chambers.
Then I walked along a river
Toward a tower looming
Over valleys less formidable.
I came to its apex alone
A nest overlooking the folds
Lined wall to wall
With maps of the future.
I say that I regret nothing
Yet here is my ledger
With an empty spot
For my former self.
You can have the body of the nightmare visionary.
Drag him around the perimeter
Or hang him in the square.
I don’t care what you do.
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Go on to Your Gallows
03:58
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Do demons haunt your company,
Like sleeping in a bed of thorns?
Maybe you belong there
Bleeding out in some latrine.
The wheel spins, doesn’t it?
It spins, and yet here you are.
Behold the glorious turnings of the wheel!
Volumes unwritten
And the Duce’s swollen corpse.
March on, lost ones!
Go on to your gallows,
Along with your gods.
Rot with your mirages
Of horizons and dawns
And take with you your treasures
Of ages long gone.
Die in the desert
And leave not a bone.
Don’t halt any longer
When the past is your home.
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Born for war, indeed!
O misplaced warrior,
You may take refuge here
Atop a mountain of burning tires.
A funeral game
For an unnamed companion!
The world never saw your strength
Because you didn’t have any.
Here is your cage,
Little bird!
The old world lives!
Come see its iron bars
And its self-appointed steward:
The grotesque child
Of a thousand imaginary swords.
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4. |
Lost One
04:40
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Now see the inner workings of the world,
Lost child of antiquity
Mouthpiece of highest reality!
Yes! Another would-be shaman
Thrown into the spiritual desert
Of our times.
Your life is an intractable series of problems.
I would like to solve it for you.
I’ll hack apart your chest
And fill it with bullets and concrete.
O the striations and burdens
Of ultimate reality!
You deserve an honorable death,
A death unburdened
From unjust anonymity!
The cosmos in ancient order!
Rasputin’s mutilated corpse
On a nameless highway.
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At Rest in Turbulence
02:18
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Lower Types
01:26
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Ah, the Magus has arrived
To tell us how to think and what to say!
O the sullen intricacies
Of this and that - pay no mind!
You and I, according to He,
Are lower types.
Blessed be the Magus,
Who taught me the inner workings
Of self-abuse!
O the work!
Behold my opus
Under the auspices
Of such an illustrious cast
Of delusional, vile creatures.
How fortunate am I
To have fathered those volumes
In utter derangement!
Fuck you!
You wouldn’t last a single day
In a country that wasn’t
A liberal democracy…
How dare you call yourself a fascist!
Fuck you!
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Nightmare Visionary
04:00
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Now comes the nightmare visionary,
Awaiting an epitaph.
He believes in something celestial, yes!
Something primordial,
Unseen and forgotten
By the prying eyes
Of our modernity.
He talks of entire oceans
Of nothing in particular.
And for his daily bread
An elaborate network of schemes and panaceas
Designed to prop up the artificial columns
Of his misery.
Delusion finds company,
Finds other nightmares.
He wrote that
Lightning came out of his fingertips
Out of his spine.
Everything was a living dream,
Colored with the unshakeable feeling
Of having lived it before.
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Of Days Past
07:56
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One night I will dream of a cartography
Of days past in my life
Of immersion and silence
When there was time,
Always yet time.
The future came and went,
And so did I.
Yet still I persist
Smoldering in thirst and fear.
And so I will burn these maps,
For they are not my own.
These dreams - they are not even my own.
I will set fire to them
And plunge headlong into today
As if tomorrow it were my turn
To hang with the lost
Of days past.
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