mad poetics

Nephalim

Hail Hail Hail

Evohe

And blessed be

You who walk between the worlds

Who make the worlds in your dreamless sleep

My eldest ancestral relatives

The dust of whose feet my blood is made

Your language a flavour unimagined

Your alien love so cold and encompassing

Your awful power passed to me

For the asking

Dare I open to your teachings?

Dare I?

Which I?

Witch eye?