Passéisme - Opulent Sepulchre Chant

The mocking peace of the ageless azure
Crushing gaze from heaven heights
Chased through sterile desert of furies
Curse, curse that aptness

I run with my eyes closed and conscience is disobedient
With hope to find oblivion at least at night
Where do I run to ? The azure stalks me soullessly
What rags can I use to shut up its contempt ?

Obfuscations ! I wait for you !
Ashes of gray shadows !
Smudge the gooey gloom over the slushy mire
Build a silent ceiling to over the earth !

O boredom, companion of lethargy
Leave the ponds of Lethe, and heal
Tighten, I beseech thee
The edges torn by passing flocks !

Let hundreds of chimneys smoke, sighing
And soot greasy vault as a wandering jail
And let the sky be swallowed up, and the dumbness of the deaf
Will merge with the universe's darkness !

Azure tormented ! Trespassed Ideal !
And crimes, oh Matter, accept !
And tormented flesh, that there it may slumber
Where the cattle called men sleep

Reduced to sublime ideas
My brain, empty like a jar of rouge
Tired of making up with it's shameful lies
Of a yawning dream's ugly flaw...

In vain, the azure is not to be cast off its pedestal
Its bells frenzied sweep
The chimes of the belfry's frantic roar

The gloomy blue blooded psalms
It crumbles through the gloom, like the triumphant fanfare
Like a sword, piercing the futility
Haunted by Azure ! Azure ! Azure ! Открыть страницу с текстом

He is affection and the present
As he opened the doors to whirlwinds and humming
He who purified waters and bread
Who is the delight and enchantment

He is affection and future,
The strength and love which we, erect in rage and boredom
See pass by in the sky of storms and the flags of ecstasy

Perfect and reinvented measure
Miraculous, unforeseen reason, and eternity
And we recall him and he sets forth
And if adoration is fading, rings, his promise, proclaiming

Away with superstition and decrepit flesh
This age is gone under !
Away with superstition and decrepit flesh
This age is gone under !

Fertility of the mind and vastness of the world
The dreamed of liberation, the splintering of grace
Ancient kneeling and the penalties perished
Pride more benevolent than lost charity

Shining song of new woe !
Shining song of impending affliction !
Shining song of new calimity !
Shining song of burden and adversity !

From cape to cape, from the squall pole to ruined castles
Amid the crowds and the waves of the sera
From sight to sight, marble, exhausted

To call, discern, disinherit
Beneath the rides and through the deserts
To follow shining gaze, breath and cavalcade Открыть страницу с текстом

Like a weakling in the attic
Where fetid incense wafts
Banal whiteness of the curtains
The moribund, languid, gloated

Against the wall with his slouching back
And stood up, not so to warm living relics
As to catch the sun amongst the roofs and bricks
Lean to the window with gray hair and skinny bone

Burning gold of blazing rays
Voracious eyes, powerlessly greedy
Drinks the sun's bitterness

Alive, bewildered, forgetting the sobriquet
Forgetting the remedies
He sees the horizon and the sunset
And a flicker of rays on the tile folds

And a flock of swans, golden galleys
In fragrant scarlet dreams
That slowly drags reddish fires of archaic longing !

I am disgusted by any who are flat heartedly resilient
Who, in the name of satiety, id a dull man's footstool
Who would take pleasure in dragging from the dumps
Who, for his gluttonous tribe, is a pleasant meal

Raise my fist and knock it away
That frame that has cut me off from life
I will be blessed with dew
And spun into infinity

Alas, earthly flesh holds me,
Draws me to the shutter, to the shelter of storms
Thoughtless is the crowd, and Foolishness nauseous
I clasp my nose, gazing upon the firmament Открыть страницу с текстом

Dominion, crimson soil
Guardians restraints, bonds and lashes
Nettles and thorns, the inheritance
That the earth has scattered

And from the sky the flames, like a furnace
And dreadful tongues threat us

Blue venom in our veins
And our skulls are filled with it
We are entangled in the stalks
And devoured by earthworms
We hardly hear moaning
And Bacchic shrieks we emit

Zenith is lit and we are alone
Stiff feet demigod pariah tribe lepers
In this dance amongst rubbish and filth
Forsaken land in its shame

Oh, the sweet deathly sounds
Trembles and melts golden skies
Pour down from steppes and fields
Into ornament cells

Twilight is like dark berry shade
Radiance hides in a chasm... Открыть страницу с текстом

Dream, delusion - flickering and flaming
Delight and blossoming blight
Pursuit and damnation
Chasm, grieving apostate

Turning, turning - images dissolving
In distillation of primordial
Disarrangement, rejuvenation

Out of the disintegration came annoyance
Out of rejection came ecstasy
No need for worthless
Inspired hour has returned !

Returned ?... reverie, reverie
In a poisonous cloud of swamps
The past wandering without threat
Near and bright, blazing

Alas, living... Dull, abandonned shores
Musty, idle grace,
To the waters - no expanse for oars
Effigies...

Voiceless, sluggish load
Vessels cracked in mud
And the waters - drab gluttony
And torment - myrrh and frankincense

Fields, realms, pursuits bewitched
Ascendancy disintegration
Dreams, reveries - in darkness irradiated
Night casting reveries away Открыть страницу с текстом

Which of the seraphic hosts hear me howling ?

I would perish in a moment
Crushed by celestial tributary
For what is grace but a dismay
As we yet withstand

That's why we admire so much
Virtuous ! Horrible !
That's why I'll be silent
I'll bury in my throat the cry of vague complaint

Who dare we lust after ?
No, not angels, but not men either
And the devious beasts have figured it out
Awkward we are in a world unraveled

What then remains ?
Maybe the tree on the hill to clutter our eyes
And yesterday's street
And damned loyalty to an occasional habit

Cheer us and leave in the depths forever !

And night, that night...
The universe's whirlwind tears our faces
Beckoning and lying
Bringing agony and strain for the solitary

Throwing chasm it holds to the outside !
To the spaces we breathe...

Like an arrow holds bow before it takes off
To exceed itself, there is no rest anywhere
Voices, voices. Hear, heart, and wait
On the knees wait for a call
That it might give raise from the earth

The last glimmer of doubt I am ready to extinguish
In the pure movement to cease forever
To give up my name as a child throws a broken doll

Which of the seraphic hosts hear me howling ?

Hero's death is an excuse for his being
Hero's death will be his last birth
Sing the abandoned, I thou hast envied them
As it's lovelier without quenching

Begin, again and again an aimless song of praise
The living mistaken distinctly telling apart death from life Открыть страницу с текстом