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War & War
09:15
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Aching nothing, fecund in its wallow
Without font, without face
Unblinking eye – one thousand snakes
enthroned annulment entombed alive
utterly dense - wholly empty
Eternal before and after the flash of form
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I am the light defining all things.
I create both the visible and unseen.
You are defined by my lack.
Deepest well still holds my glow
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You have no form nor substance nor inverse
A blank mirage within a nether meter
Encumbered by lack, adrift in absence
I blaze on all with meaning flooded pure
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You are the Shadow of what you seek
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Nothing simply is Not.
By its virtue it has no Being
Not presence nor silence, it cannot be spoken
It neither can nor can not be.
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When matter’s specter haunts naught
Then nothing shall reign.
Limitless the pure substance of absence
Emptiness violates even the impenetrable.
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My light never dies.
Matter alone fuels my ascent
Before or without me is nothing
And even that contains my light.
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Mirror’s face alone is nothing
To choose divides the ancient union
One grays into the other
And between all the world is born again
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Ambiguity’s shadow noose slaughtering stars
Gasping for light
Voided by Totality
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Bitter Tree of Enmity
06:43
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Each cut has its counter, each number its null
Truth bears its own falsehood, a fulcrum unfettered
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I am the slaughtered warriors and the slaughterer alone, the bloodwrought truth of war.
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Blood is but the fruit of the bitter tree of enmity
Whether sire or spawn, they draw each other outward
Action is no action but the violent swing of scales
My silvered glass aloft from seer severs seen
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Those who know, do not speak.
Those who speak, do not know.
Thus, follow thine own forked tongue
And sever your body in two.
II
The flame in the hearth illuminating man
searing his meat, warming his flesh
A magician and his minion
power separate yields to it’s creator
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Fools of thought / threading eyes
Ends are lost / Lowing
Laughing stars / Splitting truth
Tatters for / Weaving
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Flesh nourished from ash stokes the furnace
Coals tended by the eaters of charred offerings
Fire and warden infernally bound
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Always Burning
09:35
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"Precisely perfection exceeds conception, overflows the concept, it designates distance: the idealization that makes it possible is a passage to the limit, a transcendence, a passage to the absolutely other."
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I am the wind, and the dust, and the cyclone in which they dance
A bottomless whole - and the form it subsumes
You see shards, I see a vessel that is infinite.
Spoken and spoken-not still echo my spherical corridors.
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The cannibal wyrm is an empty circle
Charybdis swirls in an endless sea
Every knot the Norns have tied
untangles in the mournings wake
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Oneness the axis that rotates the wheel
Every word is my name, every image my face.
Neither hinter nor heart; further, beyond-
Eternally within my orbit, and always burning
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The monolith crumbles to subjective rubble
and rebuilds itself from its own shadows.
Identity rots in an oubliette of its own design
Otherness, blood of the defined
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I am that which I am and that which I am not.
Both and more forge my horus, my möbius
No symbol can sunder my adamantine core
Form pass through my prism to aether
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I am all that is.
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As am I.
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