Future Lovecraft - читать онлайн бесплатно полную версию книги . Страница 12
PHOENIX WOMANBy Kelda Crich
Kelda Crich is a new-born entity. She’s been lurking in her host’s mind for some time, but now, she wants her own credits. Find her in the intestines of London, laughing at the status quo, or on her blog, (It’s about time she got one of her own): http://keldacrichblog.blogspot.com/.
Rising phoenix, garmented inplumed rust-red feathers,groomed with persistentnano-mites. Gene-modded eyes stretched endlesslyinto infinity’s seeing vision.Iron talons flexed,a promise of rendition. Warrior-women-bird.See dust-eyed, endless menchant and danceto bone flutes’ tunes.The priest masked in yellow silkon a gold throne,spanning altar stone. Phoenix arch overdust-dry plains,sucked dry by thirty, thirsty gods.Shapes of chaos, crawling slowly,digesting our colony bones. Metallic-bird-woman,seek the wind-walkers,seek crowded chaos,the ocean’s spawning flesh,rise over jungles’ colossal shapes,ancient teeth,fed by fluttering mouthsgrown in marrow-wood stars. Seek the space of things.Fly, phoenix,born in our end of days.Hosanna hunting songthat will not be stilled.Over endless factories,Where our recurring fleshquivers in Fibonacci sequence,Mandelbrot tentacles around our necks.Rise, phoenix.With down-blind-cast eyes, we watch you.