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letra de calamus will animate - archspire

calamus
taken to the pen to relive
every ident-ty we replicate

without will they live again within our intimate collective
animate
all the dead we bring into it

a burrow
of human
memory
the pen, the feather and the needle are alike in death and life

looking back on what had happened
when the the feathers had arrived
i realize i was not alone
i can recall the men had got infected by it too
having contact with the foreign components infected them

before, the factory was known to make
the highest quality of bedding
cutting, filling
st-tching fabric with the finest down
from all around the world

yet this down flew through our dream barrier intact

calamus will animate it’s contents are hostile
the a.u.m will k!ll everybody not in this compound
the dead i bring to them awake, and join in flight above my head

when the ink coating the wings made contact with the workers skin
it crept into their blood turning them inhumanly violent

they grabbed and tore and bit and clawed at one another and themselves

gravity and death from loss of blood had no effect on any member of the crew
during their frantic battle to relief their bodies from the ether lifting them into the air

die then elevate

fusing remnants of spent bodies
weaving bones and organs
into an inverted nest dug in the ceiling
the black sludge casting out from the center
as a starving bird of prey
i heard it’s voice and felt it’s need
to find the child made of teeth,
and begin the human murmuration

calamus will animate it’s contents are hostile
the a.u.m will k!ll everybody not in this compound
the dead i bring to them awake, and join in flight above my head

it’s banshee wail demanding feed
i hear it’s pain and become it’s keeper
i rip the living from the night
like pulling worms from soil

a.u.m
watches these sky burials

calamus will animate
calamus will animate

the boy lay like a wet mound of dust on the rotting factory floor
i knew the black fluid hid itself in the deformed corpse of this child
finally, after hours into cutting, lifting, pulling, sawing, crunching, clipping i had found it
my crude autopsy revealed bounty nesting in replace of the marrow in the young ones bones
the second i saw it, it saw me i knew it’s face changing, relentlessly it was the drip
i had it contained as instructed filling up many cl-sters of hypodermic needles with the matter
i adminstered it into a new subject each night a new life
one with every full rotation of the clock
i’ve seen those hands meet, then disengage a thousand times

calamus will animate it’s contents are hostile
the a.u.m will k!ll everybody not in this compound
the dead i bring to them awake, and join in flight above my head

it’s banshee wail demanding feed
i hear it’s pain and become it’s keeper

a.u.m allowed me to live off the organs once the people took flight they do not keep me against my will, yet i refuse to run

every day i climb the stairs outside this door and view the horde of lifted dead that they conduct behind the factory walls

i must hold on to the final tier of focus i still have to scribe these happenings in hopes that someone will know what went on here
i can feel the pressure of their unified unscripted flight pounding air down on the floor board, just a plank’s width above

i rip the living from the night
like pulling worms from soil

- archspire

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