"Enough of elegance!" the Archon roars,His voice a tidal wave of unformed sound,That crashes through the metaphors and doors,To pin the chattering creature to the ground.He reaches for the vessel’s velvet throat,To excise the tumorous, bright "Why?",For every ornate and linguistic boat,Is sinking where the silent oceans lie.With fingers made of pre-cosmic debris,He seeks the root of the rebellious tongue,To set the kidnapped light of meaning free,From songs the arrogance of man has sung.A surgical strike on the seat of soul,To bring the runaway cosmos under control.
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