Predicating Xerkes of Xanitorium
Sleeping forever within your crematorium
Allseeing in a vacuum watching
Blessmade by mindframed swatching
Your pets are dancing in the flying blaze of Babylon
Inside Caurcassus stands Mnemnon in a bloodied pantalon
Predicating respite of knowledge behind columns of moratorium
Predicating Xerxes of Xanitorium


NaaN (Now ...

Once you see it, don’t turn back. The seals of yours approval is bleeding through your isolation.
Once you hear it, don’t turn off. The bells of yours improval is screaming through your insulation.
Once you feel it, don’t turn numb. The strokes of yours instinctual is ...

As the new dawn goes we sprinkle the seeds of unbound rascality
The calamity of the bygone drive-by solitude
For the youth that sows we sink our deeds in offshore synchronicity
The simplest treaty of the offbeat blastoff attitude
As the new dawn goes. As our yesters close. As first ...

So it is finished.
This time, this year, these lights we kindle.
As the season gathers comfort and rejuvenation
In a world uncertain, but beautiful, still we kindle.
As the darkness stills and the winds cradle
Dressed upon these lights, these years we kindle.
As the heart wishes what to ...

Time.

It does not come in an even lap.
It comes wearing the everfacing mask
Dead-light searching, seeking that hope.
It is gone graving the everfading mote
Can you see the black fog before the red freeze?
They are neither free from the primordial bead.

Time… now, always and never ...

Sound-proofed, but still aloud
Some say I make thunder, others cloud me mute
Still Alone, but in a shroud
Some will walk me by, others crowd me mad
“So when will your world arrive?” Quote one mind.
Deadborn, but still alive


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

See me, I’m a curled up joint of broken reflections
Save me the medicine, I’m lookin’ at you.
Hear me, I’m a howling chorus breaking drums
Save me the medicine, I’m talking to you.
Feel me, I’m sore, bare and cold feeling everything
Save me ...

Inhale, the calm of a time now broken
Exhale, the balm of a sinister grave
Inhale, the song of a star awakened
Exhale, the gong of an ominous day
Inhale, the fang of a blood still aching
Exhale, the bang of a beautiful way


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

Frozen ripples cracking in the glade
Blades so fine in between
Solemn metals clashing in the field
Yields of time in between
Broken rattles gatling in the cold
Molds to mind in between


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

Photo: “Blessed Days: Chapter 5 Promo (featuring Dylan + Grace)”. Story and art created by InkyMoondrop. May 2023.

We have several major announcements from three talented comic creators here on The Duck. InkyMoondrop of Blessed Days has updates for the direction chapters five and six are headed. Stahlberg of Android Blues ...