Emergent from mist,

megalith comes into hue.

Like a coral column

stretching

impossibly high in

to the planet’s thermosphere, 

the monster dominates the view.

Discerning shapes fluttering a

long its exterior,

I close in un

til the monumen

tum makes clearer: Monumen

tal structure subsumes all vision, still miles a

way. Spot no top.

Light gray porous surface, like

withered bone, lace,

or shell.

It’s hell,

kinda.

The spire

climbs higher

than I ‘er

spied in

my life.

No tip atop.

No bottom ‘neath.

Just up,

up,

up,

and down,

down,

down,

until the perceptious lens folds out,

and I see in the puddle we drown.

The airborne shapes become clearer:

batishistic fauna flapping cartilaginous wings.

Ovoid thoraxes, elasticating longwise 

to become dynamic-arrows in the humid sky,

terminated in tentacle-caps.

Germinated in the gravid gaps—

homeworld cesspit nuclei—

they land on

The Obelysk’s

bod,

no claws to speak of,

but rather simply suckle with cat-tongue-teeth on squishy pod.

Baculus noggins vomit whitish goo on the wall,

flattened by wings.

Rapidly hardened,

this ichor ensures the superstructure’s sinew.

Batten hatches down,

Fatten God’s corpus-clown,

Mortar ‘n brick ‘em all.

Drown,

drown,

drown,

in liquid glue.

Slyly, I spied

openings running up the side

of the honeycomb’d mound,

spaced miles apart at a slant.

Edges curl outward, like a brass horn.

Concentric grooves, carved of shorn stone, supplant.

Orgentrous vibrations wriggle from within

The Obelysk,

reverberating up the grooves like vinyl

and spewing into the atmosphere,

fertilizing the strange livestock with

their mutagenic properties.

The lifesong sings itself in

to the world.

I taste True in the color.

Ex

ternalized mind en

meshes in

finite beings in

to a protean network; Status Quorum ejaculated about face; globules of Gestalt Mitwelt smoothed by bioglobal wisdom; wish-dumb snot-dragon caretakers supervise deathless planet;

nullifying the bereaved,

Mothershit organizes ur-attitude.

Circuitous frisson—

—Calcified brain jissom—

—Hive mind arrived—

…What a fucking trip, dude.