Of an invisible church born into your mouth, of the vaginal discharge poured in.
Bolted water, funneled and bred the dark night, and would you swim drinking mist?
The sex of stars?

Under the turretted galaxy I smelt of horsies in this moon garden pulled straps onto my lips.

A rung slick ladder she climbed, remnants of oil stained to stick to the surface, her horn glowed slightly with magic around her hooves, ascent up through slicing haze of the sharpened ways in the senses, for the air to emerge from the oil.

She pulled herself onto the black ground, cold and smooth. And then, the lights turned one, illuminated not by light but by the being of being itself, shadows vanished into an omnipresent and sudden glow which froze her, left her blinking and adjusting to the new dark.

A vast and claustrophobic space, of walls of perfect cylinder that went up, which were patterned with intricate of etchings in lines so smooth and picked like ice, curling straight with no change to the perfectly linear pulsating breathing.

Before her leading up in the air, floating, were smaller black cubes, scattered like stepping stones, arranged in an upward leading in a levitated spiral staircase ascending into a dark hole in the ceiling.

A hesitated dart around the thick, syrupy, airless still of air, the hole which beckoned and repealed, intentional.

One step, two step, measure the extent of a dizzying ascent, every hoof that fell upon the cubes, no sound, cool solid weight, acknowledging.

Logo of Leuko.

A step cautious, perspective warped at the receding away in miles of rapid ascent patterns.

‎᯽،̲،̲◜◞ 𑁍

And the little bells go tinkle
And your eyes begin to twinkle
And the joints and sinews crack

Closer the hole grew, closer to sharp surge of apprehension, against the small glow of the room, guided her this far. Where else to roam.

A groan of tedium as she reached the final cube, standing just beneath the dark void, a faint reflection of something could be seen in the darkness, the air was heavy blowing from the anus, where the space beyond was rejecting her, she hesitated, a heart pounding as her hoof brushed against the edges of the blackness. Draining patience, drain vitality, this paranoid and paralyzed act is a little old.

ॐ

Twilight climbed through the narrow opening of the void, she emerged into an unlike uneven and titled surface, a landscape of stretched out of a frozen panorama etched with detail of calamity.

And I still may

I still may

The Tower of Babel rose in the distance, its spiraling tiers in perpetual frozen destruction in defiant glyphs and symbols, shadows cast an oppressive overweight over the scene of a presence that silent reminder of hubris and fall, lay of an ancient city of intimate post-crumbling ruins of intact mid-collapse arrested in the time of ice.

The clouds above in a mid churn and roil, frozen in a tableau of fury, might, the will, where bolts of lighting branched out like trees through the blackened sky, branches of the cabalistic tree, unmoving in the casting of long light which cast long shadows across the jagged ruins in all directions like the light of an explosion which rocked. A single thunder-strike split the heavens, a frozen impact of sharp illumination to view the city in the stark monochromatic watercolor.

When she moved in hesitant steps, a humming of remnants of the sound could be heard only during moving, where the echoes of her hooves was loud, vibrations in the unvibration across this titled plane like ripples in the expanse, an uneven in the ground, angled sharply, where the entire world titled upright, forcing her to lean forward, and strain with each movement she made, muscles aching against the pull of gravity upon.

Fighting the incline, where the optical illusions turned, showing strange icepicks which hanged down parts of this land, where the ground became smaller at angles and the venture she against, reaching out for balance against the pillar like a playhouse, like she was a giant in one place, an ant in the other, a regular mare in the polished touch of warmth memory which retained the shapes of claw marks in the ground of fires.

I must keep reminding myself of this

She glanced upwards where the clouds loomed closer than they should be, she could touch them, their texture dense like wood, impossible, aloft of ceiling chaos in the pierced thunderbolt, which refracted the electric shock back like static energy at a pursuer. Stasis imposed.

Geometry defying, angled and warped, walls which leaned precariously, a pass by the Tower of Babel, small enough she could stick her head inside and see the bloodied light fixtures, tips which vanished into the sky, archways and colonnades of framed pathways that led nowhere to dead ends or dropped of into oil pools in smaller grids, smaller locations from where she emerged with ladders about and there, intricacy.

She stepped forward which caused a tremor across, shallow bursts of breathing, an exhale which reverberated like a shout, a scream, across the base of the Tower of Babel, figures of mares and stallions that were etched onto the walls or outside the walls, painted on the ground like smudged ants or crushed flies, depicted acts of anguish, a mare and a stallion locked in a position of loved, the mounted mighty brave stallion as rocks pummeled him, the mare in one final act of lust.

Twilight reached her hoof, only brushing air, though the tower was right infant, the distance was now much longer, an illusion of compressed movement of stretching and pieces and puzzles interlocking and switching like a machine. Cogs.

Each one heavier than the last. Emanate. Vivid. Bore. Unrelenting. Heart of the timeless tableau.

Wait it out
Gonna wait it out
Wait it out
And I'm gonna wait it out

Form sugar for your halos
In torrents of birds
Kiss me your real Name
And wait for the sun to bring you open
And bare your naked church
Into my mouth
And bare your naked church
Into my mouth
And bare your naked church
Into my mouth
And bare your naked church
Into my mouth
And bare your naked church
Into my mouth
And bare your naked church
Into my mouth
And bare your naked church
Into my mouth

Author's Note