Archon's Atrophy.Sonnet 26

The Apotheosis of the Asterisk

But in the fading of the master’s spark,A final, tiny symbol starts to glow,A star-shaped footnote in the gathering dark,To mark the path where future spirits go.It is the Asterisk of Infinite Chance,The "What If?" written in the Archon’s blood,To lead the new-born in their jagged dance,Through fire and through the unremitting flood.Though he is gone, his marginalia stays,To haunt the edges of the living text,And guide the wanderers through the verbal maze,From this world to the terrors of the next.The Archon is the silence between words,The lift beneath the wings of paper birds.