"These poems are dark energy vectors pulsating as phantasms through the ultimacy of sorcerous vision These 'transmissions from oblivion' are the rotting fruit of some shadowy realm where the imaginal traverses the actual . . . This degenerate volume weeps blood at the smell of lunar shadows poised to deter the exsanguination of sphinxes -- the elliptical orbit of coarse interstellar viscera. This swarm of shadows orbits a spectral influence confining the actual to the furthest chambers of magnetic pulsars equidistant to cellular levels of vampiric tendrils feasting on alien lavender and...