Hounds of Pamir: The Snakes of Skyurbuchan – 08/01/2021

A 60-minute selection of compositions improvised and performed live on a  Moog Model- D

Let this be drawn across the walls of this ark
No messiahs shall appear in surprise

This gyre shall again come to a dim sensation
With the scowl returned to the beholders eye

On strewn paths writhe newborn again
Thier slithering huffs of steam and spit

A still construction of what had lived before,
And a submission to their wild mouthed fits.

Will these whimpers crown the river,
 and split seas of sandglass hours

They swallow cold skulls in Pamir Khuhestan
And revile the canine cower

Hear every howl that rings in this glow
For starvation is a knife in the knee

Colder now the mud, berries, and milk
Belched with the blood on the trees

Tonight the hounds reek of strife and spleen
A hunt breathes in every hour.

Simmer the slump of death winter frost
And cast to fresh ice another bone tower.