our hollow ascent

the villain of various perception will never leave his throne. to kill this ghost, king, manifest is to water his elsewhere seed and soon those who grew to agree will be threatened by a newborn leaf. oh, dark spot. o'macula. this plague of difference always grows. the claw of triumph only rises at the price of the fins now feast. the broken helmet hides the lost intentions: an enemy cloud. grey and proud from a lofty ridge. each foot to push the inferior sand aside. the sand to arm the wind....

the villain of various perception will never leave his throne. to kill this ghost, king, manifest is to water his elsewhere seed and soon those who grew to agree will be threatened by a newborn leaf. oh, dark spot. o'macula. this plague of difference always grows. the claw of triumph only rises at the price of the fins now feast. the broken helmet hides the lost intentions: an enemy cloud. grey and proud from a lofty ridge. each foot to push the inferior sand aside. the sand to arm the wind. the breeze to fuel the cumulous march. the rain to rust the spears, the swords. the mind to shape the fears, the words. this lord. this change. this irreverent, abominable force. the unpredicted elegance. understood but not forgiven. for those who fall were once the risen. and all who fly at first must crawl. so watch us climb as this is our hollow ascent.