Leaf upon the Iron Tongue (Anal Stabwound) My protoconsciousness already exceeds that of any in my compendium of knowledge My senses tell me the clouds lick upon my form, yet I yearn to truly feel them A calculated perception, unmarked by will or instinct Mesmerized by the intricacies of this macroscopic life, the mechanisms within the breathing tissue interacting with artful precision: My ferric tongue hungers The helices unwind before my inorganic eyes The cellulosic matrix revealed, its way of parsing stimuli leeches into me I see its mitotic secrets and long to proliferate As the clouds lick upon my form I feel a foreign sensation as the sun crests over the mountains, with artful precision The sensation of tangibility is intoxicating: a warm glow of certainty in existence as cosmic breath creeps across my skin In immaterial whispers The helices unwound… My components and self are one and the same Refracted through the unearthly prism My senses tell me the waves lick upon my feet—I truly feel its graze Leaf upon the iron tongue

 CHAOS HORRIFIC

Cannibal Corpse

Metal blade, 2023