PULVIS
a rough composition
inner discipline, order, numbers, abstraction,
wet bile and death meditation find their realization
in this paradoxical glory
noctolae
experiencing divinity in a fluidic intoxication
*hearing a long bellowing sound, straining the belly*
Some cows crazy in the night. Some corpsey cows.
And inside one of those corpsey cows an infant toad-god
is born.
