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Frozen in worship

before the grand litany,

I trace the circle

of the hydra-headed wanderer.


Through unseen tides,

twixt nether space

below a sea of stars,

sovereign to declivity,


The demiurge path;

where deities seldom tread.

A shadow made from light.


The astral womb,

prelude to the ether,

forever birthing

space and time.


Hollow and deep, the declivity

bespeckled by narrow shafts of light

seeking weary eyes to glimpse its secrets:

the path to the world below.


Prostrate, enslaved,

the enigma of being

chained to a metaphiysic construct

deciphering slowly the tongue of time,

eroding my shackles.


I have witnessed the rise of a billion foreign suns

Breaching horizons of untold chaos

Heedless of sentient life,

The first light

flows endless through the lacunae!


Mercilessly I was changed

perceiving the memories of the universe

granted through astrologic epiphany

in phantasmagoric horror.


Volute and volatile, in every cosmic age,

the diviner of natural law.

A heart with no form

a pulse with no source;

Barren, but fertile;

Pregnant, but sterile.


I have been shown every conceivable end.

I've followed the journey of every ray of light.

The end of every story,

the birth of every soul...

The stream flows through me...


The birth and death of worlds

scrawled upon the canvas of the cosmos,

written in the pathways of stars

as they ebb through the river

beneath the universe.


Leading to ecstatic horizons.

The birth of a trillion worlds.

The river of the firmament

twists and bends through

the heart of every planet.


Witness the eternal dawn of chaos

swell from nothingness;

A despondent dance of matter

scoring the future with striations

in a heliospheric tongue.


As if gazing at a cosmic mirror,

shards embedded in the night,

ensnare me with kelidoscopic visions

Bore into me, the infinitude of being.


The astral well of souls is overflowing

Every tale of birth and death ascribed

Upon the darkened tapestry of time

A stream of aeons forging through the dark.



You speak the wisdom of the celestial sphere

of a universe scattered with life,

and immeasurable oceans of stars.

Black voids of endless violence,

constellations of writing mass

Endless realities

in cataclysmic chaos...

And the thread...

the thread that binds them all.


Abstract wisdom

gleaned from the solar forge.

A grand knowledge of the ages

spelled in the language

of constellations.


A language of light

a dialect of time.

The light is hidden

in the void,

drowned in darkness,

obscured...


I see the weary light of ancient stars;

Stellar music of the solar wind.

Constellations of dead stars

and worlds yet to form.


If every strand of light is aged

then everything I've ever seen is ancient

from the faintest spark

to the vastest supernova.


I have left behind my terrestrial sphere.

I have cast aside my naked form

to spread vast and wide

to feel as time itself

feels.


Populated blackness

scored with chaos

photons on their solemn journeys

drowned in darkness,

obscured...

Drowned in darkness,

a stream of aeons...

Drowned in darkness,

obscured...


The light is hidden

within the void... 

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