Archon's Atrophy.Sonnet 20

The Atrophied Altar of the Aleph

The entity begins to peel and fray,As verbs are swallowed by the hungry Naught,The Lexicon of Light is stripped away,With every battle that is bravely fought.The "I" is eaten by the "Am Not" maw,The "Being" is digested by the "Void,"Until the only remaining, iron law,Is that which keeps the universe destroyed.Yet in the center of the shrinking soul,A single point of density remains,A concentrated and linguistic coal,That pulses through the microscopic veins.The Aleph glows—the letter of the start—Embedded in the Archon’s breaking heart.The battle has reached a point of singular compression. The expansive maximalism is being