Out of the Depths...

ARCHITYPAL myths from the depths of the collective uncoincious have the ability to catalyse CREATIVE PROCESS and psychic change.
These ancient evolving structures cannot be ordered, invented or supressed and contain within them the undamaged germ power of the source.
The ego senses the infintite mind and the PRIMAL monster slowly rises from the darkness.
Lured by the smell of fear and the possibility of integration we are torn apart, consumed, fusion occurs and THE UNDERWORLD is now accessible.
Here Be Morgwa
The Surface Of The Stagnant Pool That Stumoched Him These Ten Thousand Solar Circuits Past Guffawed
Rank Gas Globes Jangled Seering Moon Glares Gave
Cold Air A Thin Mist In Exchange For
A Litter Of Paper Moths And Brittle Leaves
The Surface Of The Stagnant Waters
That Wombed
Him These Ten Thousand Solar Circuits Past Gave
August’s Midnight Murmur It’s Single King’s Ransom Coin
In Return For
A Spilt Sackful Of SilverSixpences.
Blunt-Toothed Alders Thick As Whispering Thieves
Sipped Hard Black Draughts Through Long Straws As
The Sky Slyly Stole A Minim Of It’s
Surface Murk To Darken A Tempest’s Fermenting Cloud.
Timid Washes Lapped Across It’s Shallows
As It’s Waters Broke Birthing The Water Monster’s Heraldic Head.