Invocation of the Lucid Intoxics I In charnel night, with thunderous discord set Upon the blackest stage of cosmic history, In deep remembrance of that blasphemous, Engorged genesis that begat the Void: Thus my weeping, fuliginous verse I hurl Into the face of the furrows of creation, A somber drama scribbled in the quicksand, Sacrosanct scripture for this, a new religion. This, a fable rich with bitter fruit, Of churning Chaos and its brood malignant, Based not on crass religion's breathy fiction, But knowledge held by erudites and savants, A throng of humankind's most sapient kinsmen-- Amidst the blackened hive, their hoary wisdoms, A balm to each somatic and pandemic distress. These lucid acolytes, of hesychastic Inebriation steeped in the profoundest Empty-breasted Nihil, loathed as shams Religious and political alike, Such baseless recompense as morals, gods, Or meaning in a universe unmoored. II From whence arose the ireful, tongueless Swans, those heralds of the blackest Night, Profound, ineffable, the piercing silence? The wheels of time--how did they come to bear Upon us, join'd to fractured threads of Chaos, Untamable and endless, never-end? The mind, an astrolabe shrouded, doth dare To falter when the hand of telescope Approaches border of celestial realm, And offers up, on her clear nights of ink, Endless truths as life eternal crowns. III Awash in darkness primeval, the rotted, Orbicular spheres convulse and dance, and Forfeit their substance to the Vacuumis Absolutus, Consummate entropic leviathans, nary A righteous being, but maledicted jaws forever Yawning. Yet here, within this fell abysm unending, A faltering spot of wan and spectral light: The humble birth of our Nexus Thyodine, Straight the divine bearer of Lenehan codes, And cradle of the most ancient blight. For This at its inception, in pregnant Swirls of deep Ether, inhaled its first breath wet With noxious prophecy for our world: a world Primed to unfurl in silk of carrion: Nova, nebula, and atomics borne, What suns cast forth to sate the cold abyss, Blazons to the ones who drink of thyodine, Of nightshade sweet, oblivion's blessed milk. Conjoined with the desirous call of Stars nascent, the half-formed dusts of atoms Slick as mercury adhere to the hymns Of the strange arcana hymned by future Constellations, of corpses bored through by The insidious worm of bitter knowledge. IV Thyodine's reign begins when the vibrancy Of world and man collapses: life at The mercy of melancholy sentience, A new age of dolor birthed of drowsy quarks, A reflection on the lakes, the rivers, In the waters of darkness, shores obscured. The frightful face of this new icon, Thyodine's acclamation consummated In the reverence of its subjects lauding In tonics sublime, binds and owns the sky In furious, tyrannical embrace. The alignment, seer-like and sinister, Is one forlorn and pregnant with future Pandemonium, enigmatic as A wine-soaked dream abandoned upon the Waking hour, the resonance plump with terror, But the cause indeterminate and suave. This, the bleak burden of the inconstant flesh, To ever walk the loam of waking dreams. But in this, the vision most suit'd to this, Our disorderly piety of lucidity: A shapeless void like whispers in the blood, Wine-fermented secrets that bleed, not speak, When proffered to eager ears, resolved to Disentangle knowledge from shadowed specters. What sustains us in the madness of atoms Pierces and curses the flesh, the lightless Nights become mirrored in the ashen furrows Of terrestrial brick and plaster. The World darkens with crystals of our art, our Unending woe, the curse of the lucid. To draw forth truths of darkness blind and deep, With prowess of sharpened thought and mind so bright, The lucid intoxics dissect the principles Of sad mortality, as, all the more, The world around resolves to senseless blur.

The Enigma of Entropic Entreaty I. Herald of Obsidian Infinity Drawn from the crucible of cosmic silence, Wine-dark infinity cleaves its morose, And bitter-breath'd tune: a paean unveiling The manifold Visage of our Nighted destiny. In Saturn's orbit encased, enrob'd in riddles, I summon forth the dark Arcanum that blights Which I now inscribe upon this adamantine firmament. Beneath the Moon's malignant eye, behold the Seed Of trembling Entropy, blossoming in ink-thin crevices, Between the unseen cracks of universes uncounted, Writhing, twining, that all-consuming Vine Spreads its enervating tendrils to rend And shatter the towers of our ill-conceived convictions. II. The Opposition of Unreason Contrary to those who blindly followed Gods, As Lepidoptera hurl to their own final beat, These sober supplicants of spiraling reason, Strove to shrive their fates from zealotry, Procure that rare catholicon purg'd Of poisonous piety, to mend our disenchanted self. Adrift upon the seas of piercing doubt, they sail'd, Lashed by tempest's edge, toward a gleaming Bastion of Emptiness, there to awaken Their depths of lucidity, such that raw essence Of what once was, in fertile ground would congregate. For our entropic Liturgy, an obelisk o'er the deluge! III. Genesis of the Lucid Intoxics Resting at the birth of Time and Matter, Echoes of Aught, these voracious disciples heard The whispers of atoms, prophecies of old worlds, New dominions within reach of those who seek The path beyond Limits Known, and transgress Thyodine's boundaries, morbid armor 'gainst the Void. 'Twas in self-embrace, the Cosmos begat Communion, A braided illusion of chaos made whole, A union, gnarled by connubial wane, A nuptial feast for those with Misrule aforethought, In a waltz of contingent rejections, tearing away, The marriage of Existence and Emptiness culled. IV. Nihilum's Children These, the Children of Nihilum, in search of Construction from that fecund ashen womb, Foregoing Platitudes of bearded false Masters, Found solace and kinship in lucid intoxication, Enveloped by the arcane and luxuriant shadows Of celestial dance, their place among the stars. As acolytes aligned with stars unfolding, Their destiny imbued within the nucleation, They studied Sorrows that their ancestors mistook, Mark'd the sunset of Grand Design's erosion beareth, And bowed before the altar of Unreasoning, Chosen arbiters of a darker, more opulent Path. To bear the truths of chasms of the unshackl'd mind, They partook in bitter sacrament Thyodine, Upon willing tongues, nectar of unbridled horror, The acrid ichor of ruined celestial veins, And in communion with Abyss they glimpsed, A new genesis - shaped by the artful Void. V. Incantations of Entropic Enchantment Oh, children of Nihilum, ye bearers Of the secrets unveil'd, those heavy, iridescent gems That carry no weight but the burden of the mind, Sing anointed incantations, release thy souls, And forge profound the Enigma of Entropic Entreaty, That inescapable gravity of inevitability. Descendants of cascading black and shatter'd dark, We bow unto the Howling Unknown, in toxic Supplication, tearing ourselves free from that Great lie of false immortality, a facade crumbling, fasten To the vale of shadow'd experience, and hail The ebon might of the Lucid Intoxics!