Fever vision

Once again the obsidian canyons raze the sky where nimbostratus clouds march and sardonyx dragons roil. The mothership Zh’racheth jo ideree flees as mountains crumble into dust, its aetheric engines tearing and screaming as the atmosphere thins into bloodless void. Napenthe fumes, ah, begone my sorrow! Again I hear the primal tongues of mathematica, as the immortal People sing their reveille to the rising of the sun, brilliant no longer, but vengeful and consumed with wrath…

Lo, the inexorable clarion of eternity is upon me: now it Calls, Calls me by my forbidden, unspeakable name. H’i, hi’aera, my heart! I must Answer.

(written 13 Oct 2004)