the turn to Nyarlathotep—bringing the void to birth

I’m gearing up to write my piece on hauntology and liturgy (finally), so I thought I would repost this poem I wrote some months ago to help set the mood. Enjoy.

Trisagion for the Dead: A Hauntology

Three times it must be done. In all things, three times.
Even as you rest here, dead to life, you
have already died to that space before life,
and soon enough you will die to this death.
Three times—May your memory be eternal!

Your ghost, given up from the body, appears,
fades away, and animates memory—
or is thereby animated, ignorant
of the place of time, and so always present.
Emptied from yourself, your specter is refilled
by those looking forward and those looking back.

To dust we will return your fading ghost
when we, too, have escaped our failing bonds.
You will remember and return us, then,
recovered in the shroud of your mindfulness—
reborn in forms of eternal memory.