This is a reading of Fungi from Yuggoth by H.P. Lovecraft.
I'd made my first poetry reading track the week prior and fell in love with it. Therefore this week's album is entirely that. It's collection number 1 of H.P. Lovecraft's Fungi from Yuggoth.
The drone for this track is the MTL assembly PURPLL pedal doing it's thing.

IV. Recognition

The day had come again, when as a child
I saw—just once—that hollow of old oaks,
Grey with a ground-mist that enfolds and chokes
The slinking shapes which madness has defiled.
It was the same—an herbage rank and wild
Clings round an altar whose carved sign invokes
That Nameless One to whom a thousand smokes
Rose, aeons gone, from unclean towers up-piled.

I saw the body spread on that dank stone,
And knew those things which feasted were not men;
I knew this strange, grey world was not my own,
But Yuggoth, past the starry voids—and then
The body shrieked at me with a dead cry,
And all too late I knew that it was I!

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