April 29, 2026

Thaumaturge's Periplus.Sonnet XXVII

XXVII. The Pisces of the Primal Deep

Two silver fish, tied by a golden cord,Swim through the currents of the unconscious sea;One seeks the heights where solar fires are stored,One dives to depths of dark catastrophe.They represent the pull of soul and flesh,The contradiction of the human state;Entangled in a fine, translucent mesh,The weaving of the ever-shifting fate.The wanderer must swim between the pair,Lest he be drowned or burned by the extreme;To breathe the water as if it were air,And find the logic in the fluid dream.The circle of the stars is now complete,The zodiac lies silent at his feet.

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