Epitome i: bottomless infinite

Accursed, undone infant orb
Reversed as uneven scales overturns
Proboscis Keys, wings rustling hollow within unlit chambers
Expunged from pages inked with marrow
My fever multiplies noon passes unto night, Voices …
Million wings crushing against punctured temples

Sine Sole Sileo! Exiled sun!
I know his name …
Black sun, iris of incandescent wrath from dried black pools a throneless angel descends
Twain blades adorned in viscera
Sine Sole Sileo!
Destroyer of Yahwe’s mirror
Flesh image withered
Beneath ember wings
Sine Sole Sileo!
Apollo crushed betwixt void and falling stars
Foetic icons turns exile into redeemer