cosmotellurian

you are the steadfast stars made up of bones and satellite your trenchant fringes sneer at me don't be my inocciduous guide godrays glitter at the fringes- encircle me, levy! i falter murklins anent the rivage, rivel at the sevidical visage of a myriander of perantique souls crawling out from the sithis-shaped holes the resiants ecstasiated by your arrival your disciples gnawed and gouged the presciting tongues out of my mouth refilled it with a thousand cramoisy magellanic clouds my eyes now exude scathefire