T H E E N D C O M M U N E

T H E   I N S E C T   D E I T Y   I

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i have a dream

and

i conjure

horrifying

imagery

through fantasy

and i can see

an insect deity, sixtysix-legged, billion-eyed,

encircling with nasty and protruding tentacles

the towering brickwork of the lighthouse,

and this is surely an abomination,

the inhabitant of nightmares, glistening

like a sun on the azure heaven,

with a corona so pungent even comets re-draw their trajectories

in order not to play dangerous games

with the foulest star of them all;

this is the egg-bearer that puts the question of death

into the soil of all bearing mothers;

and it struggles under no flag,

it is loyal to no denomination,

and it is uproarious to all hierarchies of man...

for this is the abomination of nihilism,

and it fights

a subconscious war of attrition

against the whole world,

clawing itself out

from inside the womb of all holy love, for

the insect deity

is the patron of love

and we do best

in not rousing it

should we wish

to keep what is inside, in

and what is outside, out.