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Book I: Calcination

by Diophage

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1.
It’s structure is like marble, a pale cool white- her profile is magnificent, majestic, regal, royal but the teeth are crooked, slanted, skew-wise, at all angles, yellowed and malformed and reeking of infection. But the hair is golden and full of curls and tresses bronze luminescence- on each truculent curve, spider’s hair and tingling pubescence. But amongst the crevasses are dripping a vile decay- moss-eaten fecundity, malformations in regular ridges, fangs of shadow-eaten gold. But the eyes are beady and black- as to whom they follow, it can’t be estimated, but that they glare magnificently in the moonlight. But he is ever a sun and she a moon- but to him is the failing starlight and to her the singular chasm. And the fathoms of the deep and a deep ray is permitted and entrails snake through silver clouds as writhing, we gnaw on curvilinear foldings. Between the gnashing of teeth and in the crushing of teeth as in her formative years- amongst the writhing of snakes and the persistence of tears rises the terrible sun with decaying luminescence like a corpse in derelict heat and breath of onions and earth swallows the sky and I. lyrics by: mark fralick
2.
There she was flowers were blooming opening white petals to the sun angels swooped down from the clouds blowing golden trumpets Though my eyes see nothing my fingers see all Though I cannot see you, I can feel you Oh yes, I can reach inside I can feel the curvature of your cerebral folding Every furry crevasse, Every furry nook I am looking at you from the inside Darkness is my light and the minuscule is my landscape I’ve been wandering for so many years I’ve had ample time Your moment is my eternity How many ages have I waited?
You are but a babe in a gleaming egg of white But I am the membrane… What have you been feeding on? I felt every bit of growth I am the envelope When will you see me? When will you emerge? When will you tear me to pieces? Oh happy day I give your Child a face Eyes- one to look outward and one to look inward Ears- to hear the shuffling of angels Taste- for the sugar of blood Smell- for the stench of flowers and Fingers- with which, to feel and there she was and there she is and there he was and there he is and there they are and there they were away, away away and there they were away There he was flowers were blooming, opening white petals to the sun angels swooped down from the clouds blowing golden trumpets The sky was breathing and the earth was shifting in its sleep the baptismal pool was stagnant and coated with slime- but it was beautiful The stones were shining shining shining and there she was in the hollow of the rock and there she was and there she is and there he was and there he is and there they are and there they were away, away away and there they were away It’s always too late in the world It’s always too late too late I’ll meet you I’ll meet you in the desert where I’m still alive Not here, where I’m too late lyrics by: mark fralick
3.
You’re my sweetie-pie You’re my secret meat I eat I eat I eat Your flesh under my knife my eyes are glowing red I can feel your spurting blood my childhood flashes before me the smell of horses’ trough the feel of fruited grain The old wind blows through time beneath my tired feet I eat My face is not yours I am the end of time it is time to feast Your beauty rivals the sun your bones are finer than ivory and yet, I need, to eat My fingers press my face and dig into my skull the horses run in herds and trample all the weeds have you seen my grave among all the rotting horses? I am floating drifting in the waves I have no more room for heaven the screen is already hung the ghosts of the dead are rising up to feed Those glowing roses those eyes will suck you dry I wish you would your lips your hips your mouth like a vacuum Infinite space your face- stars wide open I could eat you forever I am the sucking against your mouth as you hold your tongue I am the taste buds and you are the poison I, the serpent sting you, the fluttering dove breast red with longing a new red wing lyrics by: mark fralick
4.
You recognize your face- it’s the face of your father The crack widens as lips separate Oh will you speak? or will you gape? or will something unexpected escape? No stars shine inside but there they are, glittering on the surface, sparking effervescent sulfuring on neural nets The world is everywhere, oh yes- even inside your head And further back and further back- away away, away Through long tunnels (and winding, winding through forests, down winding straws or beds of weeds, streams of kelp through which the world is drunk or tentacles, flowing on and on, away, away- caressing the surface inside and out, astral, astrid and other, in streams and streams every last drop and depths of depths, hollow within hollow, Over and in, seed within seed, light within light, over and out, babe within babe, spiraling and turning, over and under, and inside and out laughing and luring) Your face is so long ago- it’s been there for aeons without cracking a single smile There it is, in the distance throwing hieroglyphic symbols on vanishing walls See how the window of the mouth opens and shuts as mountains roar and shudder and see how the windows of the eyes flutter- silhouetted fingers against the shadows of the earth- eight-legged fingers reaching into pockets, reaching, searching for you Do they see you? Will they find you, hidden amongst the weeds? It seems they must (the fingers are so long, as rays of the sun) But they shall not I’ll remain silent (Around the bend a little farther, and not all the thrashings a little father, I’ll wring your neck, of your limbs, I’ll drink you through, I’ll make you a babe nor the pounding of your heart can cause me to utter in my belly, and wail through my mouth, one commuting through intestinal subways, single and uttering word S.O.S.) lyrics by: mark fralick
5.
Last words for the departed empty-handed and broken-hearted your love is forever past your life forever gone what once was is now no more and dusk has replaced the dawn Oh in dark caverns have we woven rivulets of sorrow, pain, and regret lost love, lost life lost hope, lost chances the guillotine of fate is flecked with past romances Oh to burrow in this blood-soaked earth to feel the acrid sting to ache with broken lungs and mouth clogged with clay to hand in our tickets and through rolling windows see the wolf howl in vain as he falls behind in darkened thickets I have ten tickets as I have ten toes as I have two feet made for running and should the coals run out and the embers die then burn up my feet and if my feet stop running then burn up my legs and if my legs grind down my cock should last a good while and when that fails my belly will churn and when the churning is done my lungs shall serve to fill the bellows and when the bellows are full of burning flame my heart should fuel the coals again and when my heart has beat its last the screaming of my voice should add a blast and when my throat runs dry I might cut through with intensity of eye and when my eye goes dark my brain should be enough to feed to feed the flame with all its windings and bindings, secret passages and hidden pockets oh you would lick my mind one thought at a time and the light would invade every furry crevasse, and every furry nook And the light would be lost in my curvilinear foldings- an endless labyrinth aeons would be spent in the exploration of my serpent-addled brain could even you escape? I think not and therefore I am not and neither art thou shall we spend eternity in a parasitic dance?
my ventricles are as endless as your tentacles and I am in ecstasy in the persuasiveness of your probings and your are mad with the intricacies of my windings blood-plumes spread across universes while the micro-universal entrails ring Last words for the departed lyrics by: mark fralick
6.
The snows are a chaos of indifference And in the shadowy night sky flecks of dew and white where quiet rules the night if fire is quiet and if the quiet of fire gives birth to pyres all over the city there is this and love and arclights from above In doorways I watch you kneel where god once was we now are and what's warm is what's good and you are filled with a hunger for release and all over the city there is a hunger for defeat and love and the arclights from above we are so in love so in love Lyrics by Eugene S. Robinson (CFY Music/BMI)
7.
I can smell the scent of blood nothing is as nothing does what comes in leaks out again and so the snake of time begins I can smell her sweet perfume I can taste her on my lips with the poison of the sun the mutilation of the moon Nothing is speaking now in words of silence collapsing into space a singularity The web of the spider the shell of the cocoon the sinking in of teeth the mutilation of the moon lyrics by: mark fralick

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First release in a meditational series on alchemy. Constructed via file sharing, no communication between it's creators.

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released March 11, 2014

all music created by Diophage.

Clint: Construction, Deconstruction, Manipulations
Mark: Construction, Manipulations, Vocals, Lyrics

lyrics & vocals on track 6 by Eugene S. Robinson [Eugene S. Robinson/CFY Music/BMI], which were recorded by the wonderful Monte Vallier.

cover artwork by David Yow via getfaced.net
graphic design and color augmentation to cover by clint.

lyric sheet Photos by chelsea and mark
graphics and design by clint

music Mixed by Clint with additional mixing sessions by clint and mark.
music Mastered by James Plotkin.

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