intermetalliclifeform

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verse 1:  stranded

verse 2:  rpm the brown robe



 verse 1:  [stranded]


a tree in the distance
an outlier sits in
protrudes from a mountain
each cloud in the sky
whispers

as its single denizen
looks down
with indifference
other similar creatures
are out
flying
sadistic
admiring the sight
of the head
of a giant mystic
lying behind a samurai
who’s dressed anachronistic

debris
of a an ominous figure’s
prior commitment
the demeanor
that he conjures
when glimpsed
is annihilistic(this is NOT a typo)

bringer of death
a staff
with an inquisitive head
at the other end
is a ring
from which
an azure ribbon projects
from the opisthenar of his right hand
a shield seems to egress

several bags of tea
hang from the fingers of his left

blood rains
the dragon is slain
it will decay

the bodies were whole
moments ago
they rapidly fade
a labyrinth of foes
quickly became
an obliterated maze
only bones remain
the battlefield is their grave
their tombstone is an echo-faceted
penetrating gaze
the lasting image
cast in a disintegrating blaze

a dreamcatcher
swings from his neck
apotropaic

any hostile force
to cross his path
is abated

he walks between worlds
casually
conflated
he hails from the very realms
where magick is CREATED

those teeth
will become the jaws
of a sword
you’ve never seen before
they’ll swirl
from the dragon’s skull
in a subtle storm
to be reformed
a blade
that transmutates
in the heat of war
that
when he wants it put away
some sort of hyperspace sheathe
absorbs

he’s a calm machine
with the posture of a voorhees
letting off some steam
with the composite of a corpse heap
he may not have a brain
he may just operate off instinct
but
even if that’s true
with what he can do
you’d think he CAN think

steampunk cybertronic limbs
his collar’s wizard hair
if he wants to
he can disappear
you can feel it in the air
and just think
if HE’S this impressive
what about his engineer
and don’t forget about the branch
from which
a distinct bird
that’s hidden
peers
it observes
but doesn’t interfere
it’s prepared
just in case
it has to take point
amongst the other birds
and starling murmurate
synchronize
as a macroscopic
nanobotic murder blade
that wields itself
in the sky
at an entropic inertial rate
silence lurks a phantom’s
firmamental sky
ETERNAL grace
she’s there
even when she’s NOT
within his heart
this bird’s EMBRACED
free to soar the heavens
of countless worlds
and never grow estranged
despite what distance grows
between their souls
a wormhole REMAINS
in his dreams
it seems he’s color blind
but only to a single shade
his eyes entombed
doomed to never know
the pleasant glow of jade
no one knows his pain
mariana trench’s ocean floor
there’s what there was before
there is now
and there’ll be so much more
this whole scene’s a metaphor
that personifies what’s deep within
how SO MUCH can be experienced
but still somehow be meaningless

he has ABSOLUTELY no clue
why he exists
despite the fact he’s so unique
no one sees who he TRULY is




verse 2:  [brown robe]


illuminescence
i come from peace
with a message
i prefer the peace
this blade’s
just for the tensions
what’s the meaning
of this self afflicted preening
my head steaming
pour my flows
the only reason
he is posed

is because he knows your here

his robe’s for the cold
but also
for the volunteer
who frees it
from its sleep in the ethers
greetings
i am agape of amnesias
force field speaker
speaking on the frequent
weaving secret reason
for reasons you shouldn’t frequent
doctrines
of the lost season
lofty beings putting in work
looking hard at the board meeting
core teachings
make him want more feedings
the ethics of a saracen
the heart of a mohican
ribbon ring stick crook
brain his hatchet
gold in his left hand
to lure the attachment
they shook by the soul action
his inner code beyond matrices             
speaking ancient leaves
with the air accent
given appearance
of courage gleamed
from the battleground
they don’t understand him
don’t want to have him around
hes not a savage
just a passive ascetic
with a habit of defending
against who is aggressing
here i stand alone
as the night shift’s subsiding
rays of dawn
reveal the thoughts of his violence
rivets glinting
on his metallic gear
cosmic in the littered earth
sad at absent ears
flocks flee  
into the cavern
with velocity
compound switch blade
some solid geometry
the myst of souls returning
reverse rain storms
sermons
cries heard
only by the hermits
on the fringe of the nightmare
frozen revelation
not a moment too soon
praise to who they’re chasing
he saw the loop

and then its interlacing
enough to walk through
the next tier of its equation
partial to bards
give pass to freemasons

but kings think their things
give them wings
and they’re risen
flick
then he slits them
it just lays there withering
he finds the whole experience
sickening
buts it’s wisened him

he’s looking forward
to switching moods
cross-legged
with some stiff brew
this too shall pass
and continue

ornaments of honor
adorn his whole ensemble
they’ve made him
a lord of war
but that’s not what he wants
though