Meridian Artefact

Dark tides
Borne on formless waves
As stowaway ballast
Cast to these strange lands are we
Stripped of bonds, of visage
Clawing with hands til worne to bone and tendon
The rocky dirt, yet unmarred by these feet
No thought, but to further live
Wounding our host, this earth
Scraping from soil, meager vitality
A strange likeness is disinterred from the clay...

Fleshless entombments of unseen being
Yet forms familiar
As if lost kinfellows
Alike, though flawed in their design
A moulder's abandonеd endeavors?

Their hands, in stasis yеt scribe
Mouths motionless, yet speak
Frostcold miasma emanates from every eye cavity
Circling the burial chamber
Now, in frigid ratheness, a thousand lifetimes' knowing
Pierces through the pall of past worlds

No longer am I slave to death, now having farseen the beyond
From the stone is born hammer
From hammer born blade
With blade, we carve new bilth of life upon this rock