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Willow shade May 2018
I build my kingdom
with my inner senses
in the precipices of the nothingness
and I live by the grace of nullity here
full of enthusiasm,
where the terms are severe...
In the end, I am looking down
bowing my head,
Instead of looking up,
looking for any god or any quintessence
You see?
There are peoples and poor humanity
I hear their praises and prayers for gravity,
As it causes them to forget vanity...
Now, indifferent I am
about their genesis and immature pains,
Who cares?
Swarm of ants, a flock of sheep,
a herd of cattle, a pack of wolves
or human society...
Look,
down to that brook
where the god is drinking
the mystic waters from the spring of vertigo,
diving to the madness of his fake loneliness.
Yet he believes
that he will become almighty...
I wish he really could...
At least, not to be a liar...
And if he really could...
If he really was supreme and omnipotent,
I wish he would have tried to vanish himself...
And then,
after his fiasco,  
I would undergo
looking how he blushes before the nothingness!
Imagine how he would think about just to hide,
and sufferers would follow him side by side
pointing fingers with abject anger
- the 'almighty' cannot commit a suicide?!

So, forget him,
Leave him chattering there,
my dear,
I would rather deeply look into your bright eyes
or sometimes,
my inside,
to reflect the perfect you.
If you knew
the 'you' I have brought into being...
The most perfect being you are of imperfection,
Especially, when it is added and mixed up with 'I'...
The 'you'  with the new 'I' come into existence
from our coalescence...
That is something higher surpassing the all,
Rising upon the void over and over.
Trying to become a lonely overman,
With you, I've turned into an 'over lover'...
Infinite we are,
When we have faith in magnificent absence.
I praise,
"Oh, my almighty and noble Nothingness!"
And you,
my dear,
You are the one no one has witnessed before -
the long-awaited messenger,
the first prophetess!
Selcæiös Feb 2018
The Name's Selcæiös N.V. Witega

The N.V.'ll only **** you if you're a curious cat.

   Your Tech-Age Völva
Onliest Healer
Avant-garde Seeress
& Upping the Ante
Once under my Wing
--a Sui Generis sorta catalyst

   But take note,
I'm only here for your healing
---and occasionally to quench the thirst
for all types of Second Sight
weaving, seething, and
any and all other appealing witchy hype

   And this niche in the Craft
Contingently consecrates
--you know. when it rains, it pours--
the Superseding of Spirit;

   Under the Utopia of Unorthodox Psychotomimetic Wonders
enthralled by your scintillating mishap to wander
Gracefully falling face-first into
     The Empath's Curse
in other words, to come to terms with Sonder

   Dyed in the wool
lies the
Fluorescent & Incanting Sparks
of the
out-of-place-even-for-you
outre wanders

   To me though,
It's vividly violent & evincing
Capitulated roars,
Sequestered howls,

   Once Upon a Time
the proud growls morphed
to crying whines
   'Carpe Omnis Scintilla'
In Perpetuum,
to no avail.

  Your Sui Generis Hedge-Rider
Call me Selaecios N.V.
or Selcaeia, if you like
the sting of serpentine strides

  I'll proudly continue to
uphold this chaotically labile path
as it's my Labyrinthine Rite

  Taking under Wing
Protecting & Defending
Fellow Humans & Spirits alike.

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