Convulsive Meditation

Stare in this silver chamber, entangled in translucent cords. Graced by this egged spirit. In alchemic sedation.

Awakening without skin, with effervescent anger purging me of anything that i must fear ( in desolation).

Purifying the sun, resting in fire

all membranes in venom

Transforming the icons

 in my carbonized tongue.

Transforming all foes , in a nebular nightmare.

 to touch the illumination!

In scorn, convulsing devotion who carve on my flesh

transformation of mirrors and orchids in drained stones…