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One Night Over the Baltic album cover 1. As Night Embraced the Baltic.... (07:34)
2. In Shrouds of Owls Diana Spies Past Stormy Passage of Oboe and Violet an Empire Shining in Hungary with Blue Mountain Gaze (07:47)
3. The Fascist 05:52
4. Battles in the Balkans (In Chests of Alpine) (07:08)
5. Intermezzo (03:22)
6.Erebus over the Sun (Venice in Red Fatigue) (04:32)
7. A Painting of Moreau with Ivory Bodies in Flush Gold Sky Jewel Diadems Raised in Somnulent Hellfire Awaiting Lightning Dawn of Kali Consecrating Semele (04:39)
8. An Empress Running with Greaves Through Pine with Carpathia by Her Side Awaiting Bruising Shade and Mistral Spring (06:10)
9. Nasturtium Blue (02:34)
10. A Procession of Midwinter Rose in Five Parts (04:54)
1. As Night Embraced the Baltic.... (07:34)
Portal storms,
lick a sleigh of nettle and gold.
Through royal mines,
and rank pines,
Boreas blows and blows..
The Baltic blue
where aster bruised,
foxglove on the forest floor..
Holy fowl mock in meadow and pond.
Astarte the noble whore.

Winters night,
velvet tempest unveils
bellies mauve-white with gemwine.
To a castle where
thick black mirrors stare
cold stars into Europa's eyes.
Aristocrats prepare deathmasks
for a morning heralding glass seas.
Orbital woods
under stress of storm cloud filling tree,
One night over the Baltic..

Tousled dawn
bust of Plotinus shining in arcade.
White diadems raised to spirit winds,
sharp clefts of the rarest jade..
Cliff orifices
with cool white wasp scenting an Empress face.
Sea opens to underwater palace,
as woodlife stare into a crescent bay.

Painful night,
where belladonna sings upon the wind
To baroque fires
with countryside side white
bubbling into a gartered sea,
full of impaled cormorants.
An ivory empress
throwing coronets
upon the dying eve.
Musky arms offering Gallic treasures
for pneumatic ghosts..
One night over the Baltic.

Helen stands like a witch out of water,
A cunt juxtaposed to the North 
Stargazers peering past her shoulders
gilded with urchins.
2. In Shrouds of Owls Diana Spies Past Stormy Passage of Oboe and Violet an Empire Shining in Hungary with Blue Mountain Gaze (07:47)
Hallucinating through thick eyes of juniper,
as blushes of heather disgrace your nose.
Thick velvet gloves that reflect dark puddles
as an army drowns in ruby guts and crocus.

Tundra of stars with fallen faces,
thistles like stools to sit at the moat.
Cutting travellers lost in nightshade,
playing minuetto upon jewelled throat.

Old hearts locked in snow cabinets.
Naked and dressed in latex,
and sleighing over antique brooks,
a marble sky fits cold emerald boots.

A silverthrone, the unbridled moan,
the forest covered in owls.

I found a slipper bitter with clover
and trailed you through the air..

To daybreak and dawn.
and shivering June..

I await thee under dewlaps,
the secretive muse, Diana...

The plains strip boundaries
and so you
repose to thoughts of Imperial Rome,
where children would hand you laurels in bloom, 
and poets in a void would see you at dusk.
All now is your dead image,
the unicursal hexagram,
As hawks sip from gilded hands,
meadow larks kiss in the nearby meadow.
To a rotting corpse filled with maggots and diamonds,
a thicket framed by clasping pools of rain,
and the drafty window sill of the nearby farmer,
where owls suck on moths.

These owls are your fluttering sentinels.

No frost can puncture your figure,
No daylight can starch your pale cheeks.
Prattles of Christians
Nodes of sun
Nothing can less sweeten Diana s repose.
Diana..

Aba Abraxas, words said so soon!
Letting stars light paths
through haunted quays
and wooded realms.
To a castle where
emperor owls
nip your cheeks
and poltergeist..
guard the elms!

Now that I have taught you solitude,
and you have stared past my eyes to
obese tits, reflecting the sound of oboes.
With a milk white body trapped under ice
whose costume shooting black jet is dragged,
across the sleet.. for me..
You must remember the aristocrats image,
and asunder the king of Transylvania,
Vlad Dracul!
3. The Fascist 05:52
Past a meadow blaze
where a polar bedroom stunk
and coronated, Diana s throat is split
to a canopy decorated with Pantherina stars.

And further on in tall impaling woods
a latex ballerina is set on fire
to an effigy of jaundice and mint.

Occult succubus stares through arrow slits
catching purple stormed stars
before mighty foothills..

Following north winds
To a croaking Ardennes neigh
Through nightside gates
And broken promenades.
The smell of opium tea
And trumpets in the caves.
Chairman Vlad Dracul lives on
Spearmint leaves and bitter mandrake

Past a yellow sun
in a glade full of bulrush,
wrens hiss by the ear
of a labored Vlad Dracul.

As tempest showers primrose
and near lightning he laughs
inert slaves
bring purple port to lit elegant chambers
of blue lace!

A pope sacrificing mews
To chambers full of golden wax
The jesters are tortured,
as the woodlands sing in overture.

While nymphs lay
blessing sheets of
silver brocade.
To tempest bowered rays
through halls of endless mirrors.

Following north winds
To a croaking Ardennes neigh
Through night-side gates
And broken promenades
The smell of opium tea
And trumpets in the cave
Chairman Vlad Dracul livs on
Spearmint leaves and bitter mandrake

So you feel as
though there is nothing left.
Except!
The memories of pine
slivers and painful
scents behind silhouettes.
Log hollows expose sighs and cuts upon my
marble breasts.
Remember me as a symbol
and sign of a time long past.

And I swore to bring back her
moaning spirit
like Cyanescens
underneath the pond.
4. Battles in the Balkans (In Chests of Alpine) (07:08)
Trumpet flower yellowing sorrel
Dusky orchards raise royal thrones to gods
A gallery of ebony pine flushing
Arctic coffins frig a Roman with figs for eyes

The Romantic sepulcher
of black floral and plum,
with bronze eyes holding wreaths,
And gilded seas of poets holding
cold cedar.

Thick turrets of snow 
crown the Balkans wide.
Lighting pine forest deep
glowing green from Boreal stare..
Sweet columns of alpine
fill the aromatic air!

Come to icelands
That lay buried in snow
Walk through forests of
Immemorable gold
To the alabaster leaves
And summer wilted trees
A mountain village unfolds..!

Sweet columns of alpine
guard mountain cress
swaying to French horns,
the naked bride in snow.
Helen dressed in wildflower,
a powdered face
strangled in the wind
clasping dust from Pompeii.

For the ceremony
a peasant ballerina
tied in purple bondage,
a play in three acts,
and broom rustles 
to patricians with
sandals sparkling
along lakes stretching out.

Past pockets of camas
to the mithral valley
of swords and sun
raised for battle.
An eagle spills with laughter
Goths and legionnaires
slicing cold flesh
for a haven up sward stars
Pantheons watch from the azure..
Dionysus faces Rome!

Come to icelands
That lay buried in snow
Walk through forests of
Imemmorable gold
To the alabaster leaves
And summer wilted trees
A mountain village unfolds

Comrades you're under the tress,
and the Balkans is blue in the upward sky.
Lupercalia commences with Poseidon
and a Gallic hailing Faust, 
while two parties prepare to die!
5. Intermezzo (03:22)
The cornucopia.
See how the ears of ram sparkle
With a sun-opener forming a triumvirate
of poetics
with midwinter snow.
The black antechamber
with Helen proud in fascinator
hailing storms of thick viburnum
and a portrait of Shelly with ocean outside.
Helen addresses an audience
with pink cymbidium wrapped around them,

'As you have seen from city to Parthenon
All erects itself and yet returns to dust and fire.
Again and again and again'.

Drunken, I fall upon the field.
6.Erebus over the Sun (Venice in Red Fatigue) (04:32)
Venus draped in Tuscan rose
and the perfume of Eros
whipping peasant buttocks,
Every image a world.

There a cruel empress poses
dying signets in ambergris,
for her patriarch to come.
Bronze catamites trample the olive groves.

And when a feast prims for the golden-fleece,
the hunt ends with Jason cut open on brake.
And in the palace reed plays on Diana s clitoris
in a sauna hilted with golden leaves and mire,
reeking of pansy.

The patriarch shall come!
On the bitter backside of posterity
Bugles sound through dusk,
toes shine through boscage,
dragoons with jeweled leggings read
Mirandola to the wind.
As Ox roam foothills
Venice whirls in effervescence.

A sliver of alcove here
compels greater ecstasy than fin-de-siecle France
under pewter machines
past the time of Baudelaire.

Prowl upon courts
where acrobats in girder
up to codpiece
hang sunray over horizon
and Botticelli paints thrush
For patrons in far-away realms..

Plaster faced Luther
with burning flag and dogma
blights the land,
thus I relate to Helen with a heart for rich lands
my hatred for Christ while fanning her tamarisk hair.
7. A Painting of Moreau with Ivory Bodies in Flush Gold Sky Jewel Diadems Raised in Somnulent Hellfire Awaiting Lightning Dawn of Kali Consecrating Semele (04:39)
Kali s electric body glistens
under a sweating sun.
Sedge smolders in thick African plum
(like an angel from Moreau)
The aster green hisses of
time flaxen iron.
Belts of stars whisper upon the shores
as stars of the sky fell to the earth..

Do thistles find
your nipples
as you careen through boughs?
As the wild hunt resumes its course,
does amber flame fit your face
like a helmet made from ore?

Kali's electric body glistens under a sweating sun.
Holding Helen sweet I sat undone
between the embrace of a deathly corpse.

Godiva rides
through city walls
I struggle back to
heed owls.
Above brilliant lava and
sedge screaming Arles.
Sailing through ghostly night!
8. An Empress Running with Greaves Through Pine with Carpathia by Her Side Awaiting Bruising Shade and Mistral Spring (06:10)
A night in Carpathia.
The moon glimmers frost
on sheets of snow through
forests of moss.

A knight of still
gallivants through hills
As mistral string opens her cheeks
to bays of silver.

Lo!
The summer scented song
of the lady in snow
while wounded partridges
burnish gardens of ice..
She deliberates on the sun
catching gasping woodbine.
Breathing through the hems of mist..

And even the white of peaks enter your forestal room...

Fill the night with ambergris,
let holly garnish your brow,
kneel in tombs of wax
as we pray for the end of Christ.
Carpathia hold me fast.

We ride hand in hand
viewing a circus of rakes,
a troupe brought to your land,
an exhibit of fairies,
holding fallen stars
and phantoms gilding through
crimson glades.

Oh!
Forget the jesters and show
I d prefer to chase your ember hair
as you hold Leda in your arms.
Gouged by cruel lily pads
and the purple blows of spring.

Fighting for the renaissance!

Your snowy majesty
with buxom legs
and shadowed greaves,
Hunting under peals
of thunder,
exposing welkin flame.
9. Nasturtium Blue (02:34)
All that is noble is the pain that results in those great beings that disregard the whole, and the vast wilds that fill their minds. High culture and wilderness. All else is folly, and all else is forgotten.
10. A Procession of Midwinter Rose in Five Parts (04:54)
To solarium and summer winds.
A microlith ripping bubbling fat
from ligaments
and the sheets of lavender
teetering groves of cardinals
under my rotting limbs .

I peeled off the face of God

Goodbye my friend, I hope you see the end!

And there I spied the ubermensch
wearing a casque of golden trellis,
opening weary eyes
to birds gilding pathways.
Through dark valleys
scenting conifers
a procession of nymphs
hangs tracers under a harvest moon.

After Spengler's winter
Kali whispers upon the daybreak
with the treasures of dark lands
in his gaze.
Spirits muster courage
to bring fresh fruit to a meadow,
where an overman viewing
a panorama of silt.
With dusk in his heart proclaims,
'The earth shall be born anew
from a basin in the Thames.'
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