Metal Monday XCVI - Devour The Sun

1/1/2018

Holidays and retail make for a tough combo.Factor in some random plague that has decided to seat itself in my bones and you get one rundown wayfarer. Though, all of those things are waning, leaving me to once again run wild and unhindered. As my strength returns, as does the Metal. VVilderness was a surprising find. It has been one of those stints where I seem displeased with what I absorb lately, causing delay and disastisfaction in my available choices to present the acolytes and gods who seek such delights. Let this wild track herald you into a new age.

fountains, untold
diluvials
mountains, unseen
materials

crunches and turns the axis of time
an epoch of spring begins
the wetlands are fructified by
intoxicating winds

fathers, mothers
await the fall
sisters, brothers
the end of all

the fall of man
the end of all

weeping, laughter
everything fades
whispers, thunder
vanish in space

radiant spheres, luminaries
run out of fuel
daylight, candles
all go obscure

and then the winter no one has seen
aeons become things of the past
all die like embers in the northern wind
frostflowers remain last

crunches and turns the axis of time
a beast approaches to devour the sun
to gorge the barren soul of man
no more ages to come

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THE MAD BARRON

QUOTES I ADMIRE
"A wilderness, in contrast with those areas where man and his own works dominate the landscape, is an area where the earth and its community of life are untrammeled by man, where man himself is a visitor who does not remain." - from the Wilderness Act, 1964

"I owe my solitude to other people." - ALAN WATTS

“I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.”
― Walt Whitman

"In the ancient world, people placed heavy stones on the graves of the dead so their souls would not wander and inflict the living. I always thought this was simply the practice of superstitious and primitive people. But I was about to learn that the dead can hover on the edge of our vision with the density and luminosity of mist, and their claim on the earth can be as legitimate and tenacious as our own."

- Dave Robicheaux (In The Electric Mist With Confederate Dead)