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Swaumphth - LIVE FROM THE BASEMENT 01/10/25

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Six chants
Whispered into shattered glass
The needling on the ancient map of death
Drag the desert 
Blood and dagger wide awake
Dig a grave
At the bottom of a frozen lake

Lurkers in the evercloak
Awaiting vile eschaton
Portcullis made of commonfolk 
Vehement Tetragrammaton 

Subconciorganic dormancy
In every known generation
Warden of the eyes
When bribed, grants occulation

Habitually soliciting a banished accuser
Gilded in a spectral veil
The Sterling Diffuser

Hallwayless aisles
Osmotic retention 
The fangs of lust in a fervid detention 
Mocking naive ascension 

Darkstar Coronation Summa

Acrid beings upon her; not one whit added to immaculate serenity.
Callous indifference to human life, repair the atmosphere. 
Grossly overpopulated, human culling will begin.
Human spoor pungence.
Paleoanthropological transitions into Chibanian epochs.
Reeking disarray.
Knowing when to hard reset.
She will cleanse herself of greed eternal emission. Knowing when to hard reset.
The Nth sense.
Knowing when to hard reset.
Transliteration between unearthly tribes is but a thumbnail’s scratch in time.
There is no shelter.
The all invading tourists decompose inside the same polluted skin of Mother Nature.
She will clean the air of all the billions and relieve herself of human spoor pungence.
Aerate the decay of all the rotting corpses. 
Knowing when to hard reset. 


Human Spoor Pungence

I chose to stay.
Unrepressed liminality.
Untapped quantum affect.
Universal omnipotence.
Localized inferiority.
Stellar nucleosynthesis.
Voluntary martyristic will.
Wandering Limbo, selfless suffering.
Correspondence between the two realms.
Hold the hands of ghosts;
absorb the freeing locus of gifted energy.

The universe inside the eye of a gnat,
We’re a gnat inside another’s black hole.
The body succumbs to the density,
but such is not the case for the soul.
You can sail the skies as ball lightning; 
you can choose a portal and you will go;
or, you can bless your living tethered with your presence and stay.
A translucent regulator of hope.

Ectotransference. 

Subconscious threshold deftly overthrown.
Mass mental levee leisurely broke.
Ethereal presence humbly known.
Supersensory insight verdantly grown.
I chose to stay.

Ectotransference

Wasteland of moss, 
Cypress domination.
Direction lost,
Gaiaic submersed inhabitation.
Fertile Crescent birthing of civilization.
In the swamp, behold the mana summoned by the shadowed living.
River of grass.
Blackened sponge mass.
Anchor of Earth.
Power Place of wrath.
Oozing gaze.
Sunken haze.
Gracious praise for the harborage of rotting ways.
Balance the equation.
Vines of consultation.
Swelling isolation.
Cloak of exhaltation.

Ancient Bog of Worship

Cosmic Nonchalance 

And so,
When your soul’s on time you’ve only half arrived
and you’re left to wander voids.
While your ancestors awaiting you wonder where their kin has gone.
Will you find the calm, apogee from Sun, embrace cosmic nonchalance, or, be gripped by fear, hoping tesseracts will come to take you home?
Take you home.

Cosmic Nonchalance

I see nebulae when I close my eyes.
Passing heliopause into unknown skies.
Oort Cloud, with its trillion eyes.
Phantom snap, I realize I’m nothing, just plasma.
Black vastness.
Miasma.
Blue moonbeams, the seance. 
The stasis, the trance.
Galactic prayer keeps me alive.
Travel through the Pillars of Creation.
Focus on the unknown contemplation.
Keep your fears close; keep your theories closer.
Genetic stardust; the same as solar.
The multiverses, they formed in parsecs.
The endless eons barely a reflect. 
We have no place here.
An unknown space sphere.
Infinite knowledge brings infinite fear.
Reach the temporal center.
When you reach the temporal center is when you abandon cause and bask inside the dust reflection of a dying star.
Bask inside the dust reflection of stars.

Nebulemma Verse I

Time and space will morph to form eternal life.
All string theories will unwind. 
Mystifying human minds, 90% is unused; you lose.
100,000 years too soon, it looms. 
You were born towards the closest breath of the dawn. 
Your final one; awaken, and you’re finally gone.
Entombed in times aethers; you were there all along.
No longer capable of voice or ears for song. 
Swallowed horizon.
Warning Nebulemma.
I see nebulae when I close my eyes.
Phantom snap, everything dies.

Nebulemma Verse II

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