A sign beheld
Of living stone.
Sprawling across the vault of heaven
An embrace of amorphous clay.
The child thrashes in the formless cradle, offspring of time and dust
Pangs of the birth which is to come herald the source of life.
Thrusting infinite pressure
Mass infinite fragments
Dense solar clusters
Energy creates beginning.
Unbearable crushing tension
In turbulent discord
Bleeding out the newborn
And reforming the flesh.
The heat of this withdrawal becomes the beating heart
A host to feed on the gushing wounds.
And thus, the flesh is complete, relieved by the placid storm
Calmed by the forlorn embrace of its dwindling home
Rising to rear its young in the warmth of its light
From the birth, an exhalation, the first breath of a star.
Breathe
In your
Life
And
Illuminate
Yourself.
Stellar winds
Blow
Until your life
Ends.
Arise
Son of Sol
Nigh is your dawn
As the night is cold.
Within the sea
A writhing mass.
Source of knowledge
Forged in dust
A chain of sinew
Stretching forth.
Children of flesh, children of blood, and time
Awake your dormant minds and claim your rightful heir.
But through
This
A loss
To the self
And the false
Sense of light
A dark
Perverse
Mind.
Forgetting the past
To devour the marrow of all.
A cancer of thought
Breeds death
The sons of light
Stricken and worn.
A cannibalistic being
Failure of eternity
Have you not foreseen the cost of this corruption?
In it, Ouroboros is complete.
Devour thyself. Devour thyself.
If you wish that your end
Gift thyself to the sanguine sphere.
