Arktau Eos - The Cypress Watcher
The trident is in flame, the gates blessedly open, the lamp illumines all radiant surfaces, shadow is dissolved. An eye diaphanously etched in incandescent aramaic - the cavernous winds are speaking, not unlike icons of sun fractured by tree branches. The frenetic placement of tridents upon the river bank marks an uproar of sacrificial syllabics - the syntax of night’s language lambent and golden upon crystal books of veinous goatskin. Amethyst souls lamenting, beckoning within golden cages within the tree-labyrinth. Beckoning for the menstrual signs of sacrifice, the advaitic language of opening - birthing without being birthed, in whispers of crucifixion on dead treebranches, unmalignant utterings of blood made light, skeletal leaf-masses.