Under the Aimless Spheres Lyrics

We hope in her loins for the assumption The oath is palavered at her breast... One rears up when she writhes We are silent when it bites Looking for a sign to amend Staring at the streams of creation Far from the south of descend We must confront our gravities It announces the bases And the ferments of stone Those, yes, who sound The sighs of the Earth In their farewells under the vault of girded brows, In their focus under the glow of holy brambles We hope in her loins for the assumption The oath is palavered at her breast... Gassed by the narcotic god... Wrecked by tthe holy ritotoxin That turns mud into firmament... And how the world becomes a fist again And the sea: a plasma of faded colours And the sky becomes a root again And the belly is hemmed in with oozing maxims A membrane is twisted in the rags of the century By dint of languishing the veins turn into snakes And the molts snake in languid tongues... Absurd by the ferment of sacred lies Twisted are the alveolus of God's contempt A morbid reason to lock our corpses to eternity... I, wanderer of falls to come, Sinking in the air like a rusted bow, Chaling blood out of dead lungs I compile syllables of extasy Trying to resolve the ancient cryptogramm, but nothing means anything anymore, There's only dust, absurd by grace and gravity.