Fabulous Dent

The fabulous ooze of that phantom spectral eidetism

In the somnolent haze of tenebrous chaste meandering straitjacketed across the amorphous stassis of the numinous deep.

The luciferous fulgurant torrent of the fleeting vapours in the teleological connundrum 

Much endeared to the facile flicker of the paradoxical and antithetical components 

Crouched in the noetic emanation of cthonian quintescence and irridescent abeyance in the cosmic drift of fleeting times

The dialectical first of the incandescent kind not loggerhead at the innate refulgence of anachronistic greedily supplanted upon slumbering earth

To hail panopticon art of distresful panjandrum and empyreal belicose of belligerent souls

Gravitating towards the radiation of enigmatic syncretism

And traduces and allusion stake their motherluck in the numinous waves.

Antediluvian stardust as metalurgical primeval 

Driven by the intricate course of antimonian parlance and bestial edifice of perpertual ruse

A quandary of cosmic rebirth to supeeimpose the fluidity of vacuous hydrostasis 

To provoke portentous Parallax and Parallax snap 

From the existentialist aurism and archetypical vastness of the cosmic butu mythical hours of immanent happenstances and fugacious clockwise drill

As decay is immanent in the fugacious particles the fabulous texture of the omnipresent curio is evident in the consumption of holistic gràils over Which the transcendence of arts not evanescent but immaculate trills

The dialectical denouement of the psyche incongruent to broach the paternity of ephemeral sawdust as the infliction of the holistic gràils deby the numinous depth of the paradoxical assault on proven wiles of teleological connundrum and the fugacious shrieks 

The Cosmos congeals as the aesthete of the abysmal obtuse corruscating over cosmic ken pullulates in acatalectical industry

A gullu testament to the cosmic Valley of luminous syzygy and disparate refulgence of the nebulous dissipation.

The celesrial mechanics of the ironical and satirical chronotope over coagulants of the obtumescent plows and gallows of temporal dange

Over the yonder coast of subluminary earth

Long coast aspersion to doting yearnings of unscrupulous birds of passage at lukewarm State of pristine creed

Over this sordid cliffs of frail designs we earthbound creatures bestial pounces in the meagre seedlings of hypothetical survival.

 

The Luminary's Syzygy.part two.(EP).

The hypostasis of the void, a tenebrous, cimmerian, and abyssal, and profound, and chthonian, and numinous half,

Is the uncreated, primordial, nascent, ontological, ineluctable, cosmic, and essential autograph,

Of the luminary’s syzygy, an antinomian, esoteric, recondite, and ineffable, and ultimate, and refulgent truth,

Resonating through the perennial, ethereal, and numinous fabric of existence, in its eternal, and nascent, and everlasting youth.

The chthonic quiescence, the primordial, abyssal, and formless stasis of the numinous deep,

Is where the preternatural, enigmatic, epiphanic, cosmic genesis takes its soporific, and crepuscular, and ethereal sleep.

The fulgurant, lambent, luciferous, and iridescent torrent of radiant, and ephemeral, and evanescent light,

Is but a fugacious, transient, and fleeting whisper in the infinite, and tenebrous, and cimmerian, and abyssal night.

A fleeting, iridescent aberration in a void's serene, and profound, and ineffable abyss,

An effervescent, coruscating, luminous, ephemeral, and teleological hypothesis.

The eidetic, mnemonic phantoms, the spectral ghosts of all that was, and of all that ever could be,

Are eternally commingled in the ineluctable, causal, future, and esoteric, and metaphysical, and cosmic laws, and history, and destiny.

The hypnagogic interlude, the somnolent, crepuscular, and abyssal, and tenebrous haze,

Is but a liminal, nascent, spectral interregnum, a philosophical, and hermeneutical, and anachronistic, and ephemeral, and recondite maze.

Where the nascent, noetic emanations of a collective, unconscious, and numinous, and perennial mind,

Engender a phantasmagorical, ephemeral, kaleidoscopic, chimerical, and ephemeral, and teleological kind,

Of existence, a fleeting, dulcet, fugacious, incandescent, and iridescent, and evanescent dream,

Suspended within this vast, incomprehensible, cosmic-psychic, and dialectical, and syncretic, and abyssal stream.

The cataclysmic, petulant, and bellicose display of a new star’s incandescent birth,

A refulgent, burgeoning, cosmic, unearthly, primordial, and anachronistic creed, upon the terrestrial earth,

Is eternally counterbalanced by the gravitating, tenebrous, cimmerian, abyssal, and profound, and chthonian, and numinous, and existential pull,

Of the event horizon's ineluctable, ontological, gravitic, and abyssal, and esoteric, and teleological, and perennial full.

The mercury-like duality, a cosmic chimera’s predestined, and paradoxical, and dialectical, and syncretic fate,

Is to perpetually, perpetually, and eternally oscillate between the nadir and the zenith, and between love and hate, and between creation and decay, and between the immanent and the transcendental, at the celestial gate.

The palimpsest of destinies, with every celestial, recursive, and teleological, and enigmatic, and esoteric arc,

Where ephemeral, incandescent, luciferous, and fleeting brilliance yields to the numinous, tenebrous, abyssal, and chthonian, and numinous, and profound dark.

The empyreal, cosmic conflagration, a fulgurant, lambent, luciferous, and coruscating, and petulant, and bellicose, and incandescent design,

Is a fleeting and facile flicker against the grand, cimmerian, tenebrous, and numinous, and perennial, and primordial, and ontological divine.

For in the enantiodromic procession of cosmic, cyclical, and syncretic, and anagogic, and teleological, and paradoxical, and dialectical design,

The antithetical components, the luminary and the chthonian, in an eternal, dialectical, and esoteric, and hermeneutical, and syncretic, and enigmatic sign,

Forge a recursive, anagogic, and syncretic, metaphysical, and paradoxical, and esoteric artifice,

That resonates through the cosmos and the psyche, and the heart, a single, indivisible, essential, and perennial, and ineluctable, and numinous, and metaphysical, and theological part, and edifice, and antithesis.

The teleological trajectory of every living, breathing, fleeting, nascent, and ephemeral, and transient form,

Is predicated upon this chthonic, empyreal, cosmic, dualistic, and ineluctable, and perennial, and antinomian, and enigmatic storm.

From the incandescent, petulant, refulgent, burgeoning, solar core’s fire,

To the abyssal, tenebrous, crepuscular, shadowy, somnolent, profound, and numinous, chthonic, primordial desire,

Of the event horizon's ineluctable, ontological, gravitic, and abyssal, and esoteric, and teleological, and perennial, and paradoxical, and archetypal pull,

The cosmos and the psyche in a synesthetic, and paradoxical, and dialectical, and metaphysical drama play, at their paradoxical, synergistic, and epiphanic, and perennial, and anagogic, and teleological full.

A palingenesis of stardust, from the antediluvian, and primeval, and nascent, and primordial, and metaphysical past, a cosmic, ethereal, and numinous rebirth,

In a kaleidoscopic, eidetic, mnemonic, ephemeral, and liminal moment, eternally to last, upon the terrestrial, and mundane, and ephemeral, and fragile, and human hearth.

This cosmic syzygy, an imponderable, esoteric, abstract, and cryptographic, and hermeneutical, and theological, and syncretic, and anachronistic, and perennial creed,

Is the perennial, eternal, immutable, unshakeable, foundational, and ontological, and archetypal, and mythological, and cosmological, and metaphysical seed,

From which all sapient, sentient, nascent, ephemeral, conscious, and fleeting, and transient, and fallible beings grow,

Perpetually, perpetually, and eternally caught in the dichotomous, perennial, cosmic, and dialectical, and paradoxical, and syncretic, and anachronistic, and existential, and eschatological flow.

The hermeneutical exegesis of the cosmic palimpsest, a perpetual, anagogic, and esoteric quest,

For the elusive, ineffable, and ultimate meaning, the teleological and ontological test.

From the nascent, primal, chaotic, and indeterminate pre-matter, the primordial, and tenebrous, and abyssal, and profound source,

To the intricate, complex, and hierarchical, and teleological, and anachronistic, and syncretic course,

Of the macrocosm’s intricate, hermeneutical, and arcane array, mirroring the microcosm’s labyrinthine, and esoteric, and fragile, and human, and mortal way.

The perpetual, and enantiodromic ballet of creation and decay, the eternal, and paradoxical, and dialectical play, of night and day,

The hypostasis of the void, a tenebrous, cimmerian, and abyssal, and profound, and chthonian, and numinous, and eternal, and ineluctable half,

Is the uncreated, primordial, nascent, ontological, ineluctable, cosmic, and essential, and archetypal, and mythological, and cosmological, and metaphysical autograph,

Of the luminary’s syzygy, an antinomian, esoteric, recondite, and ineffable, and ultimate, and refulgent, and tenebrous, and abyssal, and profound, and chthonian truth,

Resonating through the perennial, ethereal, and numinous, and infinite, and eternal, and evanescent fabric of existence, in its perennial, and nascent, and everlasting, and fleeting, and paradoxical youth.

For in the cyclical, and syncretic, and enantiodromic procession of cosmic, and teleological, and anagogic, and dialectical, and paradoxical, and ephemeral design,

The antithetical components, the luminary and the chthonian, the light and the dark, the being and the null, the form and the void, in an eternal, and dialectical, and esoteric, and hermeneutical, and syncretic, and enigmatic, and archetypal, and anachronistic, and teleological, and perennial sign,

Forge a recursive, anagogic, and syncretic, metaphysical, and paradoxical, and esoteric, and theological artifice,

That resonates through the cosmos and the psyche, and the heart, and the soul, and the body, and the mind, a single, indivisible, essential, and perennial, and ineluctable, and numinous, and metaphysical, and theological part, and edifice, and antithesis.

And the fugacious, ephemeral, phosphorescent, scintillant, and incandescent motes of fleeting, and evanescent, and transient light,

The fulgurant, lambent, iridescent, and coruscating flight of a thousand fleeting, and transient, and ephemeral moments, a thousand transient, and ephemeral, and evanescent, and sublime, and subtle hues,

Are interwoven, and intermingled, and intertwined, and interlocked in this vast, incomprehensible, cosmic-psychic, and dialectical, and syncretic, and abyssal, and teleological, and perennial ruse.

The liminal, nascent surge of preternatural, enigmatic, numinous, ethereal, and numinous, and teleological power,

Provokes a parallax—a portentous, auric, anachronistic, and teleological, existential, hypnagogic, and archetypal, and mythical, and numinous, and cosmic hour,

Where the profligate, incandescent, scintillating brilliance of the empyrean gleam,

Breaks the crepuscular, somnolent, tenebrous quietude of a half-forgotten, hypnagogic, iridescent, and ephemeral, and transient dream,

Suspended within this vast, incomprehensible, cosmic-psychic, and dialectical, and syncretic, and abyssal, and teleological, and perennial stream,

And the aporia of the cosmic genesis, a quandary of the primal, chaotic, and ineluctable, and perennial, and teleological birth,

A dialectical dilemma etched upon the stellar, abyssal, and terrestrial, and mundane, and ephemeral, and fragile, and human, and mortal earth,

The inexorable pull of the graviton, a cimmerian, tenebrous, and chthonian force,

Is met by the effulgent, petulant, and bellicose, and incandescent, and cosmic, and luciferous, and teleological, and anagogic, and archetypal, and mythological, and perennial source,

Of creation's primordial, nascent, and teleological, and anagogic spark,

A fugacious, ephemeral, and iridescent glimmer in the all-consuming, tenebrous, and abyssal, and profound, and cimmerian, and numinous, and eternal dark.

And in this cyclical, syncretic, and enantiodromic ballet of night and day, and creation and decay, and being and nullity, and form and void, and life and death, and immanence and transcendence,

The hypostasis of the void, and the apotheosis of the fleeting, evanescent ray,

Collude to weave the palimpsest of destinies, a recursive, and enigmatic, and esoteric, and hermeneutical, and teleological, and anagogic, and syncretic, and archetypal, and mythological, and perennial, and cosmological art,

That resonates through the cosmos, and the psyche, and the heart, a single, indivisible, and essential, and perennial, and ineluctable, and numinous, and metaphysical, and theological part.

(The eschatological path of every form is shaped by a cosmic, dualistic storm. From the sun's fire to the event horizon's pull, cosmos and psyche play a paradoxical drama, at their full. A palingenesis of stardust, a cosmic rebirth in an ephemeral moment, eternally to last on the terrestrial hearth. This cosmic syzygy, an abstract creed, is the foundational seed from which all beings grow, eternally caught in the dichotomous flow. Fugacious motes of light, a thousand fleeting moments and hues, are interwoven in this vast, cosmic-psychic ruse. The liminal surge of enigmatic power, creates a parallax, an existential hour, where empyrean brilliance breaks the quietude of a hypnagogic dream. Suspended in this cosmic-psychic stream, the aporia of cosmic genesis, a primal quandary etched upon the earth, and the inexorable pull of the graviton is met by creation's primordial spark. A fleeting glimmer in the all-consuming dark, in this cyclical ballet of night and day, the hypostasis of the void and the apotheosis of the ray, weave the palimpsest of destinies. An esoteric art that resonates through cosmos, psyche, and heart, a single, essential part of the universe)

The aporia of the cosmic genesis, a quandary of the primal, chaotic, ineluctable birth,

A dialectical dilemma etched upon the stellar, abyssal, and terrestrial, and mundane, and ephemeral, and fragile, and human, and mortal earth.

The inexorable pull of the graviton, a cimmerian, tenebrous, chthonian force,

Is met by the effulgent, petulant, bellicose, incandescent, cosmic, luciferous source.

Of creation's primordial, nascent, teleological, anagogic spark,

A fugacious, ephemeral, iridescent glimmer in the all-consuming, tenebrous, abyssal, and profound dark.

And in this cyclical, syncretic, enantiodromic ballet of night and day,

The hypostasis of the void, and the apotheosis of the fleeting, evanescent ray,

Collude to weave the palimpsest of destinies, a recursive, enigmatic, esoteric, hermeneutical, teleological, anagogic, syncretic, archetypal, mythological, perennial, and cosmological art,

That resonates through the cosmos, and the psyche, and the heart, a single, indivisible, essential, and perennial, and ineluctable, and numinous, and metaphysical, and theological part.

And the fugacious, ephemeral, phosphorescent, scintillant, and incandescent motes of fleeting, and evanescent, and transient light,

The fulgurant, lambent, iridescent, coruscating flight of a thousand fleeting, and transient, and ephemeral moments, a thousand transient, and ephemeral, and evanescent, and sublime, and subtle hues,

Are interwoven, and intermingled, and intertwined, and interlocked in this vast, incomprehensible, cosmic-psychic, and dialectical, and syncretic, and abyssal, and teleological, and perennial ruse.

The liminal, nascent surge of preternatural, enigmatic, numinous, ethereal, and numinous, and teleological power,

Provokes a parallax—a portentous, auric, anachronistic, and teleological, existential, hypnagogic, and archetypal, and mythical, and numinous, and cosmic hour,

Where the profligate, incandescent, scintillating brilliance of the empyrean gleam,

Breaks the crepuscular, somnolent, tenebrous quietude of a half-forgotten, hypnagogic, iridescent, and ephemeral, and transient dream.

Suspended within this vast, incomprehensible, cosmic-psychic, and dialectical, and syncretic, and abyssal, and teleological, and perennial stream.

And the aporia of the cosmic genesis, a quandary of the primal, chaotic, and ineluctable, and perennial, and teleological birth,

A dialectical dilemma etched upon the stellar, abyssal, and terrestrial, and mundane, and ephemeral, and fragile, and human, and mortal earth,

The inexorable pull of the graviton, a cimmerian, tenebrous, and chthonian force,

Is met by the effulgent, petulant, and bellicose, and incandescent, and cosmic, and luciferous, and teleological, and anagogic, and archetypal, and mythological, and perennial source,

Of creation's primordial, nascent, and teleological, and anagogic spark,

A fugacious, ephemeral, and iridescent glimmer in the all-consuming, tenebrous, and abyssal, and profound, and cimmerian, and numinous, and eternal dark.

And in this cyclical, syncretic, and enantiodromic ballet of night and day, and creation and decay, and being and nullity, and form and void, and life and death, and immanence and transcendence,

The hypostasis of the void, and the apotheosis of the fleeting, evanescent ray,

Collude to weave the palimpsest of destinies, a recursive, and enigmatic, and esoteric, and hermeneutical, and teleological, and anagogic, and syncretic, and archetypal, and mythological, and perennial, and cosmological art,

That resonates through the cosmos, and the psyche, and the heart, a single, indivisible, and essential, and perennial, and ineluctable, and numinous, and metaphysical, and theological part.

The eschatological unraveling, a cosmic, entropic, and inevitable end,

A dialectical dénouement to which all being must ultimately descend.

The cold, the vast, the silent vacuum of the eternal and ineluctable night,

The final, abyssal, profound, and cimmerian, and tenebrous, and chthonian, and numinous, and eternal, and inescapable, and inevitable plight,

Where the incandescent, petulant, refulgent, burgeoning, solar core’s fire,

Dissolves into the abyssal, tenebrous, crepuscular, shadowy, somnolent, profound, numinous, chthonic, and primordial, and eternal, and inevitable, and entropic desire.

The ultimate event horizon, an ontological, gravitic, abyssal, esoteric, teleological, perennial, paradoxical, and archetypal pull,

Where the cosmos and the psyche, in a synesthetic, paradoxical, dialectical, and metaphysical drama, fall to their final, synergistic, epiphanic, perennial, anagogic, teleological, and inevitable null.

A metempsychosis in reverse, a cosmic, ethereal, and numinous un-rebirth,

In a kaleidoscopic, eidetic, mnemonic, ephemeral, and liminal moment, forever to not-last, upon the terrestrial, mundane, ephemeral, fragile, human, and mortal earth.

This cosmic syzygy, an imponderable, esoteric, abstract, cryptographic, hermeneutical, theological, syncretic, anachronistic, perennial, and teleological creed,

Becomes the perennial, eternal, immutable, unshakeable, foundational, ontological, archetypal, mythological, cosmological, and metaphysical, and inevitable, and abyssal, and profound, and cimmerian, and tenebrous, and chthonian seed,

From which no sapient, sentient, nascent, ephemeral, conscious, fleeting, transient, and fallible beings can grow,

But only the echo of the dichotomous, perennial, cosmic, dialectical, paradoxical, syncretic, anachronistic, existential, and eschatological, and inevitable flow, and undertow, and ebb, and ebb, and ebb, and ebb, and ebb, and ebb, and ebb, and ebb, and ebb.

The Luminary's Syzygy.(EP).

"The Luminary's Syzygy," explores the theme of cosmic and personal duality using an extensive lexicon to heighten its evocative and arcane nature.

The Luminary's Syzygy

Upon the aether's abysm, where the cosmos congeals,

A chthonic quiescence, a cosmic stasis kneels.

Beneath the empyrean's incandescent, aureate glaze,

The antediluvian's phantom, a spectral phantasmagoria, plays.

The somnolent nebula, a fugacious, dulcet shroud,

Quivers, a diaphanous effulgence, from a star-studded crowd.

An imponderable essence, a liminal, nascent surge,

Provokes a parallax—a portentous, auric dirge.

A preternatural silence, profound, beyond our ken,

Engenders an exoteric, epiphanic, cosmic genesis, then.

A coruscating brilliance, a scintillating, pellucid gleam,

Breaks the crepuscular quietude of a half-forgotten dream.

The apogee of a binary star, a syzygy's perfect form,

Is an enigmatic, esoteric paradox in the midst of a silent storm.

For every effulgent supernova, a nebulous, shadowy twin,

A perpetual, antinomian paradox from within.

With profligate splendor, it flings a celestial seed,

A refulgent, burgeoning, cosmic, unearthly, primordial creed.

It's a cataclysmic, petulant, and bellicose display,

But the umbra’s quiet counterpoint holds sway.

The chthonian forces, the cimmerian, abyssal pull,

Is a formidable, tenebrous counterpart to the gleeful.

A mercurial duality, a cosmic chimera's fate,

To eternally oscillate between love and hate.

It's a palimpsest of destinies, with every celestial arc,

Where ephemeral brilliance yields to the numinous dark.

The empyreal, cosmic conflagration, a fulgurant design,

Is a fleeting and facile flicker against the grand divine.

So, let us, earthbound ephemera, with our nascent, frail design,

Contemplate this cosmic, esoteric, effulgent paradigm.

The luminary's syzygy, a truth both bleak and bright,

A testament to the cosmic ballet of darkness and of light

(Stanza 6)

Beyond the chthonian coils, where cimmerian forces concatenate, a phantasmagoric specter of an ontological state,

A simulacrum of genesis, a paradigm of pre-exilic, eschatological fate,

The ineluctable, immutable force of cosmic entropy, an inexorable gait,

Devours the ephemera, consumes the transient, leaves nothing but an obfuscate

And numinous shadow-play, a palimpsest of destinies upon which we perambulate,

A testament to the paradoxical chronotope, a cosmogonic distillate.

(Stanza 7)

The stellar supernova, a profligate, pyrotechnic conflagration,

Is a fulgurant and facile flicker, a fleeting, flamboyant exhalation.

For in its immediate effulgence, its incandescent, incandescent dissipation,

Lies the nascent, nebular residue, the promise of a future cosmogony’s creation,

An antinomian, paradoxical apotheosis, a teleological peroration,

Where deconstruction becomes construction, a dialectical transubstantiation.

(Stanza 8)

We, the earthbound ephemera, with our nascent and frail design,

Contemplate this cosmic, esoteric, effulgent paradigm.

The luminary's syzygy, a truth both bleak and bright,

Is a testament to the cosmic ballet, an unending, diurnal fight,

A perpetual, paradoxical dance, a chorale of darkness and light,

A cosmogonic, cacophonous symphony against the crepuscular night.

(Stanza 9)

This cosmic syzygy, a mercurial duality's chimeric plight,

A perpetual, preternatural oscillation between the day and night,

Is a metempsychotic journey, a transcendental, chthonian flight,

A metaphysical pilgrimage, a philosophical, spiritual rite.

It's the paradox of all creation, a cosmogonic, incandescent sight,

The paradoxical union of the finite with the infinite, the wrong with the right.

(Stanza 10)

Upon the aether's abysm, the imponderable essence of being,

Engages in a hermeneutical, antinomian, esoteric seeing,

A liminal, ontological awareness, a sublunary, nascent decreeing,

Where the noumenal and phenomenal are seamlessly interweaving.

It's a dialectical, teleological journey, an incessant, metaphysical freeing,

A pre-exilic, post-eschatological genesis, a cosmic, unearthly, primordial being.

(Stanza 11)

The celestial mechanics, an enigmatic, esoteric dance,

Is a ballet of celestial bodies, a preternatural, petulant advance.

For every effulgent constellation, a tenebrous, umbra's chance,

An unending, antinomian, cosmic romance,

Where the stars and the abyssal dark engage in a cosmic trance,

A testament to the paradoxical chronotope, the eternal, temporal dance.

(Stanza 12)

We, the earthbound ephemera, with our nascent, frail design,

Are but infinitesimal components of this grandiose, cosmic, arcane paradigm.

Our sublunary existence, a transient, ephemeral, temporal line,

Is but a fleeting, facile flicker within the grand, eternal, divine.

The luminary's syzygy, a truth both bleak and bright,

A testament to the cosmic ballet of darkness and of light,

A cosmogonic, cacophonous symphony against the crepuscular night.

(Stanza 13)

The somnolent nebula, a fugacious, dulcet shroud,

Quivers, a diaphanous effulgence, from a star-studded crowd.

An imponderable essence, a liminal, nascent surge,

Provokes a parallax—a portentous, auric dirge,

For in its quiet, quiescent state, a cosmogonic urge,

Is a perpetual, antinomian paradox that must always, inevitably, resurge.

(Stanza 14)

The apogee of a binary star, a syzygy's perfect form,

Is an enigmatic, esoteric paradox in the midst of a silent storm.

A preternatural silence, profound, beyond our ken,

Engenders an exoteric, epiphanic, cosmic genesis, then,

A coruscating brilliance, a scintillating, pellucid gleam,

Breaks the crepuscular quietude of a half-forgotten, ontological dream.

(Stanza 15)

With profligate splendor, it flings a celestial seed,

A refulgent, burgeoning, cosmic, unearthly, primordial creed,

A cataclysmic, petulant, and bellicose display,

But the umbra’s quiet counterpoint holds perpetual, immutable sway,

For in the dialectical interplay, the eternal, existential play,

A transcendental, numinous essence is born, a new, cosmic, brilliant day.

(Stanza 16)

The chthonian forces, the cimmerian, abyssal pull,

Is a formidable, tenebrous counterpart to the gleeful,

A mercurial duality, a cosmic chimera's fate,

To eternally oscillate between love and hate,

Between creation and destruction, an existential, immutable gate,

A perpetual, ontological struggle, a ceaseless, timeless, predestinate state.

(Stanza 17)

It's a palimpsest of destinies, with every celestial arc,

Where ephemeral brilliance yields to the numinous dark,

The empyreal, cosmic conflagration, a fulgurant design,

Is a fleeting and facile flicker against the grand, eternal, divine,

For in the perpetual flux, the ebb and flow of this cosmogonic line,

A metaphysical, esoteric purpose, a teleological, ultimate, numinous design.

(Stanza 18)

So, let us, earthbound ephemera, with our nascent, frail design,

Contemplate this cosmic, esoteric, effulgent paradigm,

The luminary's syzygy, a truth both bleak and bright,

A testament to the cosmic ballet of darkness and of light,

A cosmogonic, cacophonous symphony against the crepuscular night,

A metaphysical, ontological inquiry, a quest for ultimate, esoteric insight.

(Stanza 19)

The numinous void, the ineffable, the pre-exilic abyss,

Is the source of all existence, the origin of this cosmic bliss,

For from its unfathomable depths, the nascent, inchoate, cosmic miss,

Erupts in a cataclysmic, primordial, cosmogonic kiss,

A paradoxical, antinomian paradox, a dialectical abyss,

A perpetual, ontological genesis, a preternatural, ultimate, esoteric bliss.

(Stanza 20)

The celestial choreographies, an arcane, esoteric dance,

Involves the peregrinations of stars, a metaphysical, astral trance,

Each nebular convolution, a liminal, ontological chance,

Each stellar ignition, a cosmological, numinous glance,

For in this preternatural spectacle, a cosmic romance,

A dialectical, teleological destiny, an unending, temporal dance.

(Stanza 21)

The antinomian dissonance, the paradoxical, cosmic sound,

Is the soundtrack of creation, where the lost is eternally found,

In the cacophonous chaos, in the primordial, arcane, boundless ground,

A nascent, esoteric harmony, a metaphysical, profound,

Is perpetually resurrected, a celestial, numinous, resound,

An ontological, teleological principle, where all is perpetually, irrevocably bound.

(Stanza 22)

The cosmic palimpsest, an ineffable, arcane, pre-exilic text,

Is constantly overwritten, perpetually and perpetually vexed,

With the ephemeral narratives of a thousand, fleeting, cosmogonic, perplexities,

Each transient narrative, a new, numinous, ontological nexus,

Each stellar death, a paradoxical, metaphysical plexus,

An eschatological, a teleological, a dialectical, a transcendental, a cosmic vortex.

(Stanza 23)

The umbra's quiet counterpoint, a tenebrous, cimmerian, abyssal, numinous pull,

Is a formidable, tenebrous, and eternally watchful sentinel,

For in its quiescent, preternatural, somnolent, abyssal, eternal, numinous calm,

Lies the nascent, effulgent, primordial, cosmic, universal, ephemeral balm,

A transcendental, ontological, cosmogonic, metaphysical, universal psalm,

A paradoxical, antinomian, dialectical, eschatological, spiritual, universal alarm.

The cosmical dichotomy, a dialectical design,

Engraves its anagogic, recondite, inscrutable sign,

Upon the psyche’s firmament, the soul’s resplendent scroll,

Where nascent, noetic emanations incessantly take toll.

The tenebrous umbra, a cryptical, penumbral haze,

Refracts the empyreal glimmers through its chromatic maze,

And in that opalescent chiaroscuro, life's grand enigma weaves,

A phantasmagorical, ephemeral dance of shadows and of leaves.

Each burgeoning, incandescent nova is but an eidolon,

Reflecting a latent nullity, a cosmic paragon,

Of nothingness, a fathomless, abyssal, ineluctable void,

From which all efflorescent glories are perpetually buoyed.

The antinomian echoes, from aeons past, persist,

In every atom's tremulous, ontological grist.

The immanent, abyssal chasm, the cosmic, crepuscular deep,

Harbors the nascent, primordial consciousness in its soporific sleep.

The fulgurant, lambent, luciferous torrent of radiant light,

Is but a fugacious, transient whisper in the infinite night,

A fleeting, iridescent aberration in a void's serene abyss,

An effervescent, coruscating, luminous hypothesis.

The numinous, eidetic presences, the spectral phantoms play,

In the interstice where night and an aporia of day,

Collude in an ethereal, metaphysical, inchoate design,

To forge a mutable, mercurial, chimerical divine.

And we, the ephemera, our minds a palimpsest of fleeting thought,

Navigate this cosmic, anachronistic paradox, wrought,

From primordial substance, from stardust and from dust,

An ineluctable, transient, numinous, incandescent trust.

The macrocosm’s intricate, hermeneutical, arcane array,

Mirrors the microcosm’s intricate, labyrinthine, terrestrial way.

The cataclysmic, cosmic convulsions, the birth of a new sun’s heat,

Are recapitulated in every cellular, nascent, metabolic feat.

The syzygetic interplay, a hermetic, recondite, mystic truth,

Perpetuates itself in the perennial, perennial fountain of youth,

And in the senescent, desiccated, crepuscular decay of every form,

A dialectical continuum, weathering every silent storm.

The profligate, prodigal, resplendent, effulgent, boundless flow,

Of celestial, incandescent energies, a cosmic, luminous glow,

Is forever counterbalanced by the gravitating, tenebrous, dark,

An essential, integral, elemental, primordial, chthonian spark.

For in the enantiodromic procession of cosmic, cyclical design,

The antithetical components form a singular, anagogic sign,

A glyph of profound and impenetrable, syncretic cosmic lore,

That resonates through time and space, forevermore.

The teleological trajectory of every living, breathing thing,

Is predicated upon this chthonic, empyreal, cosmic, dualistic spring.

From the incandescent, petulant, refulgent, burgeoning, solar core’s fire,

To the abyssal, tenebrous, crepuscular, shadowy, somnolent, profound desire,

Of the event horizon's ineluctable, ontological pull,

The cosmos and the psyche in a synesthetic drama play, at full.

A palingenesis of stardust, from the antediluvian past,

In a kaleidoscopic, eidetic, mnemonic moment, eternally to last.

This cosmic syzygy, an imponderable, esoteric, abstract creed,

Is the perennial, eternal, immutable, unshakeable, foundational seed,

From which all sapient, sentient, nascent, ephemeral beings grow,

Perpetually caught in the dichotomous, perennial, cosmic flow.

The numinous, ethereal echoes of creation's nascent, primal shriek,

Are mirrored in the cimmerian silence, a paradox we seek,

To comprehend, to parse, to understand, this vast, anachronistic artifice,

This cosmic, paradoxical, teleological, hermeneutical edifice.

The fugacious, ephemeral, phosphorescent, scintillant motes of light,

The fulgurant, lambent, iridescent, and coruscating flight,

Of a thousand fleeting moments, a thousand transient, subtle hues,

Are interwoven in this vast, ineluctable, cosmic-psychic, grand ruse.

The hypnagogic interlude, the somnolent, crepuscular haze,

Is but a liminal, nascent, spectral interregnum, a philosophical maze.

Where the nascent, noetic emanations of a collective, unconscious mind,

Engender a phantasmagorical, ephemeral, kaleidoscopic, chimerical kind,

Of existence, a fleeting, dulcet, fugacious, incandescent dream,

Suspended within this vast, incomprehensible, cosmic-psychic stream.

The eidetic, mnemonic phantoms, the spectral ghosts of all that was,

Are eternally commingled with the inexorable, causal, future laws.

And we, the sapient, sentient, conscious, ephemeral, fleeting forms,

Must find our own intrinsic, immanent truth amidst these cosmic storms,

Embracing the paradox, the antinomian duality of our brief, but glorious, stay,

In this profound, refulgent, abstruse, and ephemeral, cosmic plural purple 

The metempsychosis of the starlight, a peregrination through the void,

Is a mnemonic palimpsest, an ontological fabric, unalloyed.

The effulgent, petulant, and bellicose display of a new sun’s heat,

Is but a fleeting, incandescent memory of a primordial, chthonic beat.

For every apotheosis of luciferous brilliance, a tenebrous, crepuscular fall,

An anagnorisis of the numinous, ineffable, teleological call,

To embrace the antinomian paradox, the inherent, paradoxical, dualistic truth,

That the cataclysmic genesis of existence begins in the abysm of youth.

The cimmerian, nebulous, abyssal chasms of the uncreated form,

Are a hermeneutical, recondite, inscrutable silence in the midst of a silent storm.

The numinous, ethereal, liminal space between the being and the null,

Is where the preternatural, enigmatic, epiphanic, cosmic genesis takes its pull.

And we, the sapient, ephemeral, sentient ephemera, with our nascent, frail design,

Must contemplate this cosmic, esoteric, effulgent, paradoxical, syncretic paradigm,

The luminary's syzygy, an imponderable, recondite, abstract, and cryptic sign,

A testament to the dialectical, cosmic ballet of dark and of divine.

The eidetic, mnemonic phantoms, the spectral ghosts of all that was,

Are eternally commingled in the ineluctable, causal, future laws.

The hypnagogic interlude, the somnolent, crepuscular haze,

Is but a liminal, nascent, spectral interregnum, a philosophical maze,

Where the nascent, noetic emanations of a collective, unconscious mind,

Engender a phantasmagorical, ephemeral, kaleidoscopic, chimerical kind,

Of existence, a fleeting, dulcet, fugacious, incandescent dream,

Suspended within this vast, incomprehensible, cosmic-psychic stream.

The hypostasis of the immanent, abyssal chasm, the cosmic, crepuscular deep,

Harbors the nascent, primordial consciousness in its soporific, ethereal sleep,

An apophenia of meaning, where every cosmic, refulgent, incandescent flicker,

Is a presage of the penumbral, tenebrous, cimmerian, abyssal, numinous pull, quicker,

Than the ephemeral, phosphorescent, scintillant motes of light, in their fulgurant, iridescent flight,

To dissolve into the umbra’s ineluctable, ontological, tenebrous, cimmerian night.

The profligate, prodigal, resplendent, effulgent, boundless flow of cosmic energies, a luminous glow,

Is perpetually, perpetually counterbalanced by the gravitating, tenebrous, abyssal, and chthonian flow,

For in the enantiodromic procession of cosmic, cyclical design,

The antithetical components, the luminary and the chthonian, in an eternal, dialectical, esoteric sign,

Forge a palimpsest of destinies, a recursive, anagogic, and syncretic art,

That resonates through the cosmos and the psyche, a single, indivisible part.

The eschatological trajectory of every living, breathing, fleeting, nascent form,

Is predicated upon this chthonic, empyreal, cosmic, dualistic storm.

From the incandescent, petulant, refulgent, burgeoning, solar core’s fire,

To the abyssal, tenebrous, crepuscular, shadowy, somnolent, profound, and numinous, chthonic, primordial desire,

Of the event horizon's ineluctable, ontological, gravitic, abyssal pull,

The cosmos and the psyche in a synesthetic drama play, at their paradoxical, synergistic, paradoxical full.

A palingenesis of stardust, from the antediluvian past, a cosmic, ethereal, and numinous rebirth,

In a kaleidoscopic, eidetic, mnemonic, ephemeral moment, eternally to last, upon the terrestrial hearth.

This cosmic syzygy, an imponderable, esoteric, abstract, and cryptographic creed,

Is the perennial, eternal, immutable, unshakeable, foundational, ontological seed,

From which all sapient, sentient, nascent, ephemeral, conscious beings grow,

Perpetually caught in the dichotomous, perennial, cosmic, dialectical flow.

The numinous, ethereal echoes of creation's nascent, primal shriek,

Are mirrored in the cimmerian, abyssal silence, a teleological, anagogic truth we seek,

To comprehend, to parse, to understand, this vast, anachronistic, and paradoxical artifice,

This cosmic, paradoxical, teleological, hermeneutical, syncretic, enigmatic, and epiphanic edifice.

And the umbra, the tenebrous, cimmerian, and abyssal, and profound, and chthonic, and numinous half,

Is the uncreated, primordial, nascent, ontological, ineluctable, cosmic, and essential autograph,

The Abecedarian Of Rust and Verdigris.(EP)

The Abecedarian of Rust and Verdigris

An abecedarian of rust and verdigris,

A congeries of thoughts, a mind’s chaotic art,

A phantasmagoria of memories that seize

The cerebral pabulum and tear it all apart.

The cacophony of past regrets, a doleful canticle,

Assails the placid present with its dissonant demand,

A mordant and tendentious whisper, not a syllable

Articulate, but spectral, from a long-forgotten land.

This inner conclave of my being, where the daemon dwells,

Its parochial concerns of a livid, petulant despair,

Weaves its capricious threads through all my psychic parallels,

A chthonian and liminal presence, omnipresent there.

I am an epistemological conundrum, an enigma wrapped

In the circumlocution of a life’s meandering scroll,

My spirit, immured and by its own designs entrapped,

The obsequious and pusillanimous attendant of my soul.

Upon the soporific silence, a new notion takes its seat,

A jejune and otiose reflection on the past's decay,

The aposiopesis of a feeling incomplete,

An anemic, pallid version of what was, but yesterday.

A supererogatory effort, to re-clothe the skeletal,

To aurify the memory with some quixotic sheen,

But every pavid effort is a futile spectacle,

A plangent and lugubrious attempt to intervene.

The exigency of now, the present's stark, unyielding plea,

Commands a new perspective, one not forged in bygone strife,

To eschew the solipsistic echoes and ineffably

Embrace the palimpsest of this interminable life.

And so, I find my palingenesis in the slow dissolve,

The crepuscular descent of every incandescent thought,

As all the eremetic fantasies I could not quite resolve,

Become the panegyric of a battle bravely fought

Anabasis Of the Chiaroscuro.(EP)

Anabasis of the Chiaroscuro

The sun-gnawed frieze of morning,

A palimpsest of jade and rust,

Yields the ghost of a helix, twisting

From the bone-shard of a lost trust.

The gnomon of my grief

Casts a shadow of fractured time,

Where the liminal and the lief

Perform a charlatan pantomime.

We are all hierophants of silence,

Initiates of a mute eclipse.

The celerity of our deference

Stipples our tongues with ellipsis.

Let the cincture of this moment break

On the anvil of a forgotten plea.

A carillon of anhedonic ache

For the simulacrum of liberty.

The hypostatic union of dread

And the phosphene flicker of hope—

A palpebral scrim of the unsaid,

The vertigo on the tightrope.

So, let the carious teeth of time

Gnaw on the sinew of the day.

The anabasis of the sublime

Is the only path, the only way.

Nocturne for a Failing Constellation

The parallax of our sorrow finds

Its apotheosis in the darkling glass.

A lexicon of scattered minds,

A fugue state of the moribund mass.

The stars, a tessellation of ennui,

Whisper the calculus of decay.

Each lumen-choked infinity

Recedes into the gloaming grey.

Do not speak of the celestial spheres,

Of the firmament and its pristine sheen.

The ephemera of our mortal fears

Is the only truth we have ever seen.

The ouroboros of the night,

The serpentine coil of despair,

Consumes the last of the fading light,

A vacuum in the star-choked air.

The cosmos is a broken thing,

A mosaic of burnt-out suns.

The silent canticle of suffering

Is the only song that ever runs.

So, let the aetherial silence fall,

The entropy of the soul's design.

For we are nothing, and that is all,

A flicker on the edge of the divine.

Epilogue of the Sclerotic Dialectic

The hypogeum of yesterday's discourse,

The catabasis of the morning's fret,

Unspools a skein of moribund remorse

Where every synapse holds a derelict debt.

The scrim of thought, a synecdoche

For the parataxis of the soul,

Breaks on the littoral of apathy,

And makes the fractured spirit whole.

We are but caryatids of a broken frieze,

Supporting a firmament of glass.

The telos of our fleeting unease

Is the anamorphosis of the mass.

Let the celerity of our self-denial

Be a palimpsest of the fading day,

A cenotaph for the trial

Of our slow, sclerotic decay.

Soliloquy of the Astrolabe

The astrolabe's reticule,

A grid of silent, burning stars,

Charts the coordinates of a null,

The trajectory of our scars.

The cosmos, a broken kaleidoscope,

Refracts the light of a forgotten creed.

The hypostatic union of hope

And the anhedonic, sterile seed.

Do not speak of the celestial spheres,

Of the firmament's pristine sheen.

The ephemera of our mortal fears

Is the only truth we have ever seen.

The parallax of our sorrow finds

Its apotheosis in the darkling glass,

A lexicon of scattered minds,

A fugue state of the moribund mass.

Aubade for the Hypnagogic Threshold

The clotted lumen of the gloaming,

A palimpsest of ash and dew,

Yields to a phantasmagoric foaming,

The ectoplasmic, nascent hue.

The chthonic hum of the unheard,

A kerygma of what's to come,

Entwines the syzygy absurd,

The lexicon of the kingdom dumb.

We are but acolytes of the penumbra,

Initiates of a crepuscular code.

The anamnesis of the cumbersome

Unburdened by a carnal ode.

So let the peripeteia of the soul

Unfurl on the caesura of the day.

The hypostatic union of the whole

In the aporia of the way.

Canticle of the Synesthetic Sun

The aphelion of the heart's dismay,

A parallax of fractured grace,

Explodes in synesthetic display,

The chromesthesia of a final place.

The eidolon of a fading gleam

Colludes with the haptic memory,

A hypnopompic, fevered dream,

The prosody of catastrophe.

The carious teeth of time

Gnaw on the sinew of the day.

The hypogeum of the sublime

Is the only path, the only way.

The noumenal touch of the sun,

A telos of the soul's design,

Recedes from a battle won,

A whisper on the edge of the divine.

Liturgy for the Absent Ephebe

The caesura of the hour,

A carious interregnum,

Unspools a skein of sour

Lachrymose dictum.

The parallax of the soul,

A hypostatic disarray,

Makes the fractured spirit whole,

In a liminal display.

The gnomon of our grief,

A lexicon of scattered minds,

Casts a shadow, a fleeting lief,

Where the blind leads the blind.

The ouroboros of the night,

The serpentine coil of despair,

Recedes from a fading light,

A vacuum in the star-choked air.

The cosmos is a broken thing,

A mosaic of burnt-out suns,

The silent canticle of suffering

Is the only song that ever runs.

So, let the aetherial silence fall,

The entropy of the soul's design.

For we are nothing, and that is all,

A flicker on the edge of the divine.

The anamnesis of the sun-choked frieze,

A chthonic memory,

Colludes with a somnolent unease,

The prosody of catastrophe.

We are but palimpsests of glass,

Caryatids of a shattered rite,

Witnesses of the failing mass,

The absence of eternal light.

Prolegomenon of the Demented Gnomon

Anamnesis of the Obol

The haptic memory of the sun-starved frond,

A chiaroscuro of a fading name,

Recalls the chthonic, broken bond,

The anamnesis of the final game.

The peripeteia of the day's last breath,

A synesthetic, mournful cry,

Explodes in the anhedonic death

Of a broken, somnolent sky.

We are but cenotaphs of the lost,

A lexicon of scattered grief.

The hypostatic, mortal cost

Of a carillon of fleeting lief.

So let the palimpsest of the heart break

On the anvil of a forgotten plea.

The obol for the charlatan's sake,

The anabasis of catastrophe.

Diurnal of the Parallax Soul

The aphelion of the heart's dismay,

A parallax of fractured grace,

Unspools a diurnal, failing ray,

The aporia of a final place.

The eidolon of a fleeting gleam

Colludes with the carious touch of time,

A hypnopompic, fevered dream,

The stuttering of a broken chime.

The gnomon of our cosmic fear

Casts a shadow of fractured trust,

Where the noumenal and the near

Converge in a halo of golden dust.

So let the sclerotic dialectic wane,

The parallax of the soul's design,

For we are nothing, and that is our pain,

A flicker on the edge of the divine.

Anachronic Fugue

The catoptric pane of conscience,

a cracked kaleidoscope of jade,

reflects the ephemera of semblance,

a pastiche of a truth decayed.

The ciliary flutter of a dream,

a hypnagogic, fevered plea,

unspools a desiccated stream

in the hypogeum of what's to be.

The telos of a fractured thought,

the anamnesis of a mute eclipse,

is a kerygma that we have sought

with fractured, anhedonic lips.

A carillon of shattered sighs

marks the peripeteia of the day.

The noumenal in mortal eyes,

the parallax of the final say.

Sestina for a Broken Cartography

The gnomon casts its sclerotic arc

across the chart of fractured time,

a cartography of the dark,

a lexicon of broken rhyme.

The ouroboros of the night,

a serpentine, perpetual fear,

recalls the fading of the light,

the absence of the lucid tear.

We navigate by constellations lost,

the aphelion of a shattered heart,

the hypostatic, mortal cost,

the aporia of a brand new start.

A palimpsest of the fading day,

a cenotaph of silent dread,

shows us the only, final way,

the empty promise of the dead.

The telos of a fractured thought,

the anamnesis of a mute eclipse,

is a kerygma that we have sought

with fractured, anhedonic lips.

A carillon of shattered sighs

marks the peripeteia of the day,

The noumenal in mortal eyes,

the parallax of the final say.

The catoptric pane of conscience,

a cracked kaleidoscope of jade,

reflects the ephemera of semblance,

a pastiche of a truth decayed.

The ciliary flutter of a dream,

a hypnagogic, fevered plea,

unspools a desiccated stream

in the hypogeum of what's to be.

The gnomon casts its sclerotic arc

across the chart of fractured time,

a cartography of the dark,

a lexicon of broken rhyme.

The ouroboros of the night,

a serpentine, perpetual fear,

recalls the fading of the light,

the absence of the lucid tear.

The aphelion of the heart's dismay,

a parallax of fractured grace,

unspools a diurnal, failing ray,

the aporia of a final place.

The eidolon of a fleeting gleam

colludes with the carious touch of time,

a hypnopompic, fevered dream,

the stuttering of a broken chime.

The chthonic hum of the unheard,

a kerygma of what's to come,

entwines the syzygy absurd,

the lexicon of the kingdom dumb.

So let the peripeteia of the soul

unfurl on the caesura of the day.

The hypostatic union of the whole

in the autopoiesis of decay.

The Autopoiesis of the Failing Heart

Lament for a Syzygy

The carious teeth of time,

a mandible of glass and rust,

gnaw on the sinew of the sublime,

the testament of transient trust.

The anamnesis of the sun,

a chthonic flicker of green,

recalls a syzygy undone,

a hypostatic, vanished sheen.

The kerygma of the fallen star,

a prosody of fractured light,

explodes across a psychic scar,

a parallax of spectral night.

The telos of a broken prayer,

a cenotaph of failing grace,

is the autopoiesis of despair,

the aporia of a final place.

Obol for the Catabasis

The peripeteia of the falling leaf,

a palimpsest of jade and dread,

unspools a skein of moribund grief

from the silence of the unsaid.

The gnomon of my muted cry

casts a shadow of broken time,

where the liminal and the lie

perform a phantasmagoric mime.

The hypogeum of a stolen kiss,

a fugue state of the failing heart,

is the celerity of the abyss,

the dissolution of all art.

So let the sclerotic dialectic wane,

the carillon of anhedonic ache,

the catabasis of the final pain,

for the anabasis of the lake.

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Elegy for the Hyphenated Self

The peripeteia of the morning’s fret,

a sclerotic, liminal grace,

unspools a desiccated debt,

the hypogeum of a final place.

The chthonic hum of the unheard,

a carillon of what's to come,

entwines the syzygy absurd,

the autopoiesis of the kingdom dumb.

We are the obol of a futureless rite,

the palimpsest of a fading name.

The astrolabe of our fractured light,

the kerygma of the failing game.

So let the caesura of the heart break

on the carious teeth of a forgotten plea.

A diurnal, anhedonic ache,

the anamorphosis of catastrophe.

Noctilucent Aubade

The catoptric pane of the fleeting gleam,

a hypnopompic, fevered art,

reflects the anachronic stream

in the parallax of the broken heart.

The eidolon of a silent sigh,

a prosody of stolen thought,

colludes with the numinous lie

the soul in its aporia sought.

The celerity of the soul's decay

is a tessellation of muted dread.

The palpebral scrim of the fading day

is the syntax of the unsaid.

So let the gnomon of our pain

cast a shadow of fractured time,

the nocturnal, failing rain,

the stuttering of a broken rhyme.

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Anaphoric Threshold

The hypnagogic murmur of the chthonic fray,

a palimpsest of ash and nascent dread,

unspools the autopoiesis of the day,

a lexicon of all the unsaid.

The carillon of a forgotten plea,

a synesthetic, somnolent chime,

is the celerity of the entropy,

the parallax of fractured time.

We are but cenotaphs of a lost syzygy,

a numinous, anhedonic gleam.

The peripeteia of catastrophe,

a hypostatic, fevered dream.

So let the astrolabe of the soul break

on the carious, fractured bone,

the aphelion of the heart's ache,

the absence of a final drone.

Katabasis in Ochre and Umber

The ochre sun, a cataract on glass,

etches a diurnal of slow decay.

The katabasis of the failing mass

is the aporia of the only way.

The gnomon of our grief, a twisted arc,

plots a trajectory of falling stars.

Each lumen-choked infinity of dark

recalls the lineage of our scars.

The catoptric pane of thought, a screen,

reflects the anachronic, bitter lie.

The eidolon of the things we've seen

is a kerygma written on the sky.

So let the sclerotic dialectic end,

the hypogeum of all we've known,

a fusillade of dreams we can't unbend,

a requiem of bone on bone.

The Anamnesis Of Rust.(EP)

The Anamnesis of Rust

The hour turns its glass, a sieve of ochre dust,

and the flensing light, unknotted from its mast,

bleeds into the littoral. We are not

the chrysalis, nor the scoured husk, but the tincture

that gathers on the hinge, the breath of slow corrosion.

We speak in the idiom of the unsaid, a palimpsest

of sutures and salt, where the wind’s fugue

unfolds in the catacomb of the ear.

A scansion of veins traces the map of a forgotten shore.

No cartographer’s lie, no mariner’s rote.

The tidal heart, a piston of stone,

pumps its viscid syntax through the silt.

We wear the parallax of our own decay,

the silvering of things. The rain, a broken loom,

weaves a shroud of static over the ruined bell.

It tolls for an echo, for the ghost of an integer.

Sestina for a Fractured Apparatus

Here where the logic bends to form a question,

the gears of the clockwork are caked in grease.

A filament hums its cold and lonely sermon.

The mechanism, stripped of its old purpose,

is a diagram of absence, a kind of inverse grace.

Each pivot and ratchet holds a brittle thought.

This is the thought, a rusted hinge on a door.

A kind of inverse grace defines its slow corrosion,

and its purpose, stripped of its original question,

is simply to be here, caked in the thick grease.

It turns not on the axis of a holy sermon,

but on the slow, unyielding bend of time.

So we follow the logic, the fractured hum of the sermon,

and build a new apparatus, a new thought.

The old purpose is a ghost, an unanswered question,

a splinter beneath the callus of our slow grace.

The filament hums, a memory of its purpose,

while the caked-on grease becomes a kind of time.

The inverse grace of the thing holds a new thought,

a future stripped of all its former purpose.

It asks a new question in the silent sermon,

while the grease and rust become the new time.

The filament, now free, finds a new purpose,

and the bend in the logic becomes a new grace.

The question of the clockwork, stripped of purpose,

is the cold sermon, the slow inverse grace,

the new thought that rises through the ancient grease.

The filament hums in the slow, new time,

asking a question of itself, its new purpose,

finding a new kind of inverted grace.

Let the grease harden, let the purpose wane.

The filament, a new thought, hums in the grace,

unburdened of the old, unasked question.

The sermon is spoken by the new clockwork,

and the question answered in its inverted grace,

a silence that carries through a new time

The last cartographer drew maps of silence,

etching the coastlines of a city

where the buildings wept their names

into the solvent air. The avenues

were conduits for forgotten integers,

the decimal of a sun no longer held.

Syntax is an old road, a frayed

tapestry of dust and regret,

but we walk it backwards now,

unspooling the thread of what was not.

The geometry of a forgotten bell

fractures the water. It is not

the sound that matters, but the displacement,

the ghost of a chime against

the polished surface of the unsaid.

This is the only landscape left,

a territory of negative space,

a photograph of a shadow that was never there.

The anchor's arc is an unburdened gesture,

free of the weight of a harbor.

Theorem of the Unfolded House

The house was un-papered, its angles

a theorem of hinges and regret.

We inhabited its negative,

the space where a door once was.

The scent of turpentine and a cold logic

permeated the inverse of a wall.

We did not speak of the furniture

that had gone, but of the weight

of its absence, the impression

left on the spectral floorboards.

The windows were transparencies,

refusing to frame a view.

They looked out on the inside of things,

a parallax of memory and dust.

The staircase, a helix of lost intentions,

spiraled not up or down,

but inward, a coil of rust and theory.

You could not enter, only be entered by it,

a slow osmosis of the unlived life.

We were all variations of the same blueprint,

a house built of un-making.

The Negative Space of Echo

The clock unwound its ghost, a coil of dust and soundless wire,

and in the margin of the room, a syntax of glass.

We cataloged the absence, the footprint of a forgotten thing,

the shadow that arrived before the light,

the bruise upon the water where no stone had fallen.

Consider the geometry of hunger, the parabola of a thrown bone,

and the dog that was not there to chase it.

The narrative elides itself. The memory, a moth-eaten tapestry,

unspools into the humid air,

leaving only the ghost-threads of its telling.

The word is a wound. We dress it with silence,

the white bandage of the unsaid,

and watch it weep its meaning into the pillow of night.

This is the echo before the voice, the scar before the cut.

This is the theorem of a door left ajar, for a guest who is never coming.

Sonata for a Broken Compass

The needle twitches, a neurotic finger pointing nowhere.

There are no true norths in this archipelago of regret,

only the slow dilation of the pupil, the eye adjusting

to a light that is not there.

The map was drawn by a man who was already lost,

who mistook the river’s murmur for a god’s pronouncement.

The orchestra is tuning with knives and broken spoons.

A fugue of static gathers in the eaves,

and the ghost of a cello sings a counter-melody of rust.

This is not music, but the decomposition of sound.

We are listening for a sign that was never made,

a chord that was struck before the instrument existed.

The storm arrives in a minor key, a sudden whisper of soot,

and the house remembers what it was not.

The furniture, like forgotten monoliths, stands witness

to a ritual no one can recall.

The floorboards breathe, and a splinter is born,

a small, sharp prophecy of another, deeper thrust

The Odometer's Confession

The odometer wept integers, a slow

dissolution of distance into rust.

The wind, a sieve of ochre dust,

sang the liturgy of things gone slow.

A ghost-ship anchors in the throat,

its sails stitched with the silence

of a forgotten consonant. The tide

is a metronome of a fractured grace.

The engine's rhythm is a question,

the syntax of the unsaid, a palimpsest

of sutures and salt. The rain, a broken

loom, weeps over the ruined bell.

The needle twitches, a neurotic finger,

pointing to the cartography of absence.

The map was drawn by a man already

lost, who mistook the river's whisper.

The staircase, a helix of lost intentions,

spirals not up or down but inward,

a coil of rust and theory. You cannot enter,

only be entered by its fading impression.

The windows are transparencies,

refusing to frame a view. They look out

on the inside of things, a ghost of a chime

against the polished surface of the unsaid.

This is the only landscape left,

a territory of negative space, a photograph

of a shadow that was never there.

The anchor's arc, an unburdened gesture.

The house was un-papered, its angles

a theorem of hinges and regret. We

inhabited its negative, the space

where a door once was.

The scent of turpentine and a cold logic

permeated the inverse of a wall. We

did not speak of the furniture that

had gone, but of its lingering weight.

The wind's fugue unfolds

in the catacomb of the ear. The hour

turns its glass, a sieve for the past,

a quiet tincture.

A scansion of veins traces the map

of a forgotten shore. No cartographer's

lie, no mariner's rote. The heart

pumps its viscid syntax through silt.

Here, where the logic bends to form

a question, the gears of the clockwork are

caked in grease. A filament hums its cold

and lonely sermon.

The mechanism, stripped of its old

purpose, is a diagram of absence, a kind

of inverse grace. Each pivot and ratchet

holds a brittle thought.

The ghost of a cello sings a counter-

melody of rust. This is not music, but

the decomposition of sound. We are listening

for a sign that was never made.

The orchestra is tuning with knives and

broken spoons. A fugue of static gathers

in the eaves, a coil of dust. The engine's

rhythm, a question.

The avenues were conduits for forgotten

integers, the decimal of a sun no longer

held. Syntax is an old road, a frayed

tapestry of dust and regret.

The house remembers what it was not.

The furniture, like forgotten monoliths,

stands witness to a ritual no one can

recall. The floorboards breathe.

A splinter is born, a small, sharp

prophecy of another, deeper flaw.

The storm arrives in a minor key, a sudden

whisper of soot.

The narrative elides itself. The memory,

a moth-eaten tapestry, unspools into the

humid air, leaving only the ghost-threads

of its telling.

The word is a wound. We dress it

with silence, the white bandage of the

unsaid, and watch it weep its meaning into

the pillow of night.

This is the echo before the voice, the

scar before the cut. This is the theorem

of a door left ajar, for a guest who

is never coming.

Consider the geometry of hunger, the

parabola of a thrown bone, and the dog

that was not there to chase it. A coil

of dust and soundless wire.

We count the rings inside the glass,

the strata of a light unburdened, a parallax

of memory and dust, the silvering

of what was lost.

The engine's rhythm is a question, the

syntax of the unsaid, a palimpsest of sutures

and salt. The rain, a broken loom,

weeps over the ruined bell.

The needle twitches, a neurotic finger,

pointing to the cartography of absence.

The map was drawn by a man already lost,

who mistook the river's whisper.

The staircase, a helix of lost intentions,

spirals not up or down but inward, a coil

of rust and theory. You cannot enter,

only be entered by its fading impression.

The scent of turpentine and a cold logic

permeated the inverse of a wall. We did

not speak of the furniture that had gone,

but of its lingering weight.

The geometry of a forgotten bell fractures

the water. It is not the sound, but the

displacement, that matters. The tidal heart,

a piston of stone.

The wind's fugue unfolds in the catacomb

of the ear. The hour turns its glass, a sieve

for the past, a quiet tincture. A scansion

of veins traces the map.

The ghost of a cello sings a counter-

melody of rust. This is not music, but the

decomposition of sound. We are listening

for a sign that was never made.

The orchestra is tuning with knives and

broken spoons. A fugue of static gathers

in the eaves, a coil of dust. The engine's

rhythm, a question. The last cartographer.

The house remembers what it was not.

The furniture, like forgotten monoliths,

stands witness to a ritual no one can

recall. The floorboards breathe.

A splinter is born, a small, sharp

prophecy of another, deeper flaw. The storm

arrives in a minor key, a sudden whisper

of soot. The narrative elides.

The word is a wound. We dress it with

silence, the white bandage of the unsaid,

and watch it weep its meaning into the

pillow of night. This is the echo.

We inhabit the memory of a gesture. The space

that was a door now holds a cold wind. The scent

of turpentine. The silence of a consonant.

A ghost-ship anchors in the throat.

The odometer's confession is a prayer

to entropy, a slow dissolution. The tide

is a metronome of fractured grace, and

the bell still weeps, unwound.

The floorboards breathe a language of

fractures. Each grain, a chronicle

of what was not. The house is a theorem

of regret, a ghost of its intention.

The map of silence holds a coast. A city

weeps names into the solvent air.

The unburdened light becomes a sieve.

The odometer weeps.

The clockwork hums its cold and lonely sermon.

A fractured purpose. The gear caked

in grease becomes a kind of inverse grace.

Each ratchet holds a brittle thought.

The fugue of static gathers in the eaves,

a counter-melody of rust. We listen

for the sound of the undoing. The orchestra

tunes with knives and spoons.

The shadow that arrived before the light

is cataloged. The bruise upon the water.

The word becomes a wound. The silence,

a bandage for the unsaid.

The unspooling tapestry of memory.

The ghost-threads of its telling. The decimal

of a sun no longer held. The arteries

of a forgotten integer.

The architecture of forgetting.

The building weeps its name. The tidal

heart, a piston of stone, pumps its viscid

syntax through the silt.

The last cartographer's compass

breaks. The house collapses inward.

And in the silence, the slow corrosion

speaks, an anamnesis of rust.

We count the rings inside the glass,

the strata of a light unburdened,

a parallax of memory and dust,

the silvering of what was lost.

The geometry of a forgotten bell

fractures the water. It is not the sound,

but the displacement, that matters. The tidal

heart, a piston of stone.

The last cartographer drew maps of

silence, etching the coastlines of a city

where buildings wept their names into

the solvent air.

The last cartographer drew maps of silence,

etching the coastlines of a city where the

buildings wept their names into the solvent

air. The avenues were conduits.

Here, where the logic bends to form a question,

the gears of the clockwork are caked in grease.

A filament hums its cold and lonely sermon.

The mechanism, a diagram of absence.

Consider the geometry of hunger, the

parabola of a thrown bone, and the dog

that was not there to chase it. A coil

of dust and soundless wire.

The Syncretic Ontologies Of a Disquieted Ephemeron.(EP).

Syncretic Ontologies of a Disquieted Ephemeron

Proemial noctilucence, premonitory and fraught,

With palimpsestic memories, polyglot and untaught,

Ectoplasmic specters, in liminal decay,

Of heteroclite existence, that dislimned the yesterday.

A chthonian susurrus, from telluric seams did rise,

A peripatetic shadow, ’neath an obfuscated guise,

Of hyperborean solace, a pleromatic design,

In hierophantic riddles, a numinous decline.

The fuliginous umbrae, of a kismet’s chiral turn,

In prolegomenal whispers, a thaumaturge's bourne,

An esemplastic phantasm, in heuristic guise,

A demiurgic rictus, in xenolithic skies.

Subfuscous anacolutha, a metempirical art,

The noumenal enchiridion, that fractured and fell apart,

An analeptic chimera, in gnosiological haze,

A catachrestic simulacrum, in paralogical daze.

Quincunxial alignments, in an eschatological dread,

An apotropaic fervor, that the zeitgeist has misread,

With an apocryphal cadence, and a theurgic plight,

A somnambulant procession, to a tenebrous night.

The solipsistic dialectic, of an autotelic dream,

Where diaphanous echoes, of a panoply of theme,

In a syzygetic moment, by entelechial sway,

A hypostatic union, in a procrustean day.

A hegemonic simulacrum, a heuristic plight,

An iconoclastic sermon, a hypnagogic rite,

With a paralogical fervor, and an axiomatic grace,

A cryptonymic palimpsest, that nothing can efface.

The eldritch abacus, of a chthonic pedigree,

A paraleptic narrative, for all the world to see,

In a pleonastic murmur, a tautological plea,

A catachrestic trope, for some epistemological spree.

A phantasmagoric rictus, of a mephitic haze,

An ideational fervor, through a hermeneutic maze,

The metempirical essence, of an apotropaic glance,

An esemplastic vision, in a somnambulant dance.

A syncretistic verbiage, in hierophantic dread,

A neologistic jargon, in an entelechial thread,

Of a proemial nocturne, an iconoclastic plight,

A demiurgic cadence, in a tenebrous night.

The fuliginous umbrae, in ectoplasmic hue,

A peripatetic specter, of a pleromatic view,

An autotelic phantasm, in a solipsistic haze,

A hypnagogic simulacrum, in a paralogical daze.

A chthonian susurrus, with a kismet’s chiral turn,

In a hypostatic yearning, that was meant to burn,

An apocryphal narrative, in gnosiological guise,

A cryptonymic rictus, ’neath xenolithic skies.

The quincunxial abacus, of a metempirical art,

A thaumaturge's sermon, that tore the soul apart,

A catachrestic chimera, with a numinous design,

An analeptic fervor, of a fractured paradigm.

With a palimpsestic cadence, of a telluric dream,

A pleonastic whisper, of a thematic stream,

A syzygetic murmur, by an apotropaic sway,

An eschatological procession, in a procrustean day.

The hegemonic verbiage, in a liminal decay,

A metempirical splendor, that dislimned the yesterday,

A neologistic frenzy, of a polyglot desire,

An eidetic conflagration, of a xenolithic fire.

The eldritch palimpsest, of a chthonic fear,

A peripatetic whisper, that is far too near,

In a prolegomenal frenzy, a tautological plea,

A hypnagogic phantasm, for all the world to see.

A syncretistic umbra, with an axiomatic gaze,

A demiurgic chimera, through a paralogical maze,

With an iconoclastic yearning, and an entelechial dread,

A cryptonymic specter, from a hypostatic bed.

The fuliginous abacus, in gnosiological gleam,

A kismet’s chiral narrative, of a thematic stream,

A catachrestic murmur, by an apotropaic sway,

An analeptic rictus, in a procrustean day.

A quincunxial verbiage, in a metempirical art,

A thaumaturge's sermon, that tore the soul apart,

An esemplastic cadence, with a numinous design,

A solipsistic fervor, of a fractured paradigm.

With a chthonian splendor, of a telluric dream,

A pleonastic essence, of a thematic stream,

A syzygetic phantasm, by an autotelic sway,

A theurgic procession, in a procrustean day.

The hegemonic nocturne, in a liminal decay,

A metempirical whisper, that dislimned the yesterday,

A neologistic fervor, of a polyglot desire,

An eidetic conflagration, of a xenolithic fire.

The eldritch abacus, of a chthonic fear,

A peripatetic whisper, that is far too near,

In a prolegomenal frenzy, a tautological plea,

A hypnagogic phantasm, for all the world to see.

A syncretistic umbra, with an axiomatic gaze,

A demiurgic chimera, through a paralogical maze,

With an iconoclastic yearning, and an entelechial dread,

A cryptonymic specter, from a hypostatic bed.

The fuliginous abacus, in gnosiological gleam,

A kismet’s chiral narrative, of a thematic stream,

A catachrestic murmur, by an apotropaic sway,

An analeptic rictus, in a procrustean day.

A quincunxial verbiage, in a metempirical art,

A thaumaturge's sermon, that tore the soul apart,

An esemplastic cadence, with a numinous design,

A solipsistic fervor, of a fractured paradigm.

With a chthonian splendor, of a telluric dream,

A pleonastic essence, of a thematic stream,

A syzygetic phantasm, by an autotelic sway,

A theurgic procession, in a procrustean day.

The hegemonic nocturne, in a liminal decay,

A metempirical whisper, that dislimned the yesterday,

A neologistic fervor, of a polyglot desire,

An eidetic conflagration, of a xenolithic fire.

The eldritch abacus, of a chthonic fear,

A peripatetic whisper, that is far too near,

In a prolegomenal frenzy, a tautological plea,

A hypnagogic phantasm, for all the world to see.

A syncretistic umbra, with an axiomatic gaze,

A demiurgic chimera, through a paralogical maze,

With an iconoclastic yearning, and an entelechial dread,

A cryptonymic specter, from a hypostatic bed.

The fuliginous abacus, in gnosiological gleam,

A kismet’s chiral narrative, of a thematic stream,

A catachrestic murmur, by an apotropaic sway,

An analeptic rictus, in a procrustean day.

A quincunxial verbiage, in a metempirical art,

A thaumaturge's sermon, that tore the soul apart,

An esemplastic cadence, with a numinous design,

A solipsistic fervor, of a fractured paradigm.

With a chthonian splendor, of a telluric dream,

A pleonastic essence, of a thematic stream,

A syzygetic phantasm, by an autotelic sway,

A theurgic procession, in a procrustean day.

The hegemonic nocturne, in a liminal decay,

A metempirical whisper, that dislimned the yesterday,

A neologistic fervor, of a polyglot desire,

An eidetic conflagration, of a xenolithic fire.

The eldritch abacus, of a chthonic fear,

A peripatetic whisper, that is far too near,

In a prolegomenal frenzy, a tautological plea,

A hypnagogic phantasm, for all the world to see.

A syncretistic umbra, with an axiomatic gaze,

A demiurgic chimera, through a paralogical maze,

With an iconoclastic yearning, and an entelechial dread,

A cryptonymic specter, from a hypostatic bed.

The fuliginous abacus, in gnosiological gleam,

A kismet’s chiral narrative, of a thematic stream,

A catachrestic murmur, by an apotropaic sway,

An analeptic rictus, in a procrustean day.

A quincunxial verbiage, in a metempirical art,

A thaumaturge's sermon, that tore the soul apart,

An esemplastic cadence, with a numinous design,

A solipsistic fervor, of a fractured paradigm.

With a chthonian splendor, of a telluric dream,

A pleonastic essence, of a thematic stream,

A syzygetic phantasm, by an autotelic sway,

A theurgic procession, in a procrustean day.

The hegemonic nocturne, in a liminal decay,

A metempirical whisper, that dislimned the yesterday,

A neologistic fervor, of a polyglot desire,

An eidetic conflagration, of a xenolithic fire.

The eldritch abacus, of a chthonic fear,

A peripatetic whisper, that is far too near,

In a prolegomenal frenzy, a tautological plea,

A hypnagogic phantasm, for all the world to see.

A syncretistic umbra, with an axiomatic gaze,

A demiurgic chimera, through a paralogical maze,

With an iconoclastic yearning, and an entelechial dread,

A cryptonymic specter, from a hypostatic bed.

The fuliginous abacus, in gnosiological gleam,

A kismet’s chiral narrative, of a thematic stream,

A catachrestic murmur, by an apotropaic sway,

An analeptic rictus, in a procrustean day.

A quincunxial verbiage, in a metempirical art,

A thaumaturge's sermon, that tore the soul apart,

An esemplastic cadence, with a numinous design,

A solipsistic fervor, of a fractured paradigm.

With a chthonian splendor, of a telluric dream,

A pleonastic essence, of a thematic stream,

A syzygetic phantasm, by an autotelic sway,

A theurgic procession, in a procrustean day.

The hegemonic nocturne, in a liminal decay,

A metempirical whisper, that dislimned the yesterday,

A neologistic fervor, of a polyglot desire,

An eidetic conflagration, of a xenolithic fire.

The eldritch abacus, of a chthonic fear,

A peripatetic whisper, that is far too near,

In a prolegomenal frenzy, a tautological plea,

A hypnagogic phantasm, for all the world to see.

A syncretistic umbra, with an axiomatic gaze,

A demiurgic chimera, through a paralogical maze,

With an iconoclastic yearning, and an entelechial dread,

A cryptonymic specter, from a hypostatic bed.

The fuliginous abacus, in gnosiological gleam,

A kismet’s chiral narrative, of a thematic stream,

A catachrestic murmur, by an apotropaic sway,

An analeptic rictus, in a procrustean day.

A quincunxial verbiage, in a metempirical art,

A thaumaturge's sermon, that tore the soul apart,

An esemplastic cadence, with a numinous design,

A solipsistic fervor, of a fractured paradigm.

With a chthonian splendor, of a telluric dream,

A pleonastic essence, of a thematic stream,

A syzygetic phantasm, by an autotelic sway,

A theurgic procession, in a procrustean day.

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Here is a 50-stanza poem employing a recondite and elongated vocabulary, crafted to be dense and challenging for a reader. The central theme concerns a syncretic, or unified, philosophical entity contemplating its ephemeral existence amidst a cosmos of intricate and shifting ontologies. The language is meant to be overwhelming, prioritizing sound and obscurity over immediate comprehension.

Syncretic Ontologies of a Disquieted Ephemeron

Proemial noctilucence, a premonitory haze,

Upon palimpsestic memories, polyglot in a daze,

Where ectoplasmic specters, in liminal decay,

Dislimned their heteroclite existence of yesterday.

A chthonian susurrus, from telluric seams did rise,

A peripatetic shadow, 'neath an obfuscated guise,

With hyperborean solace, and pleromatic design,

In hierophantic riddles, a numinous decline.

The fuliginous umbrae, of a kismet’s chiral turn,

In prolegomenal whispers, a thaumaturge’s bourne,

An esemplastic phantasm, in heuristic guise,

A demiurgic rictus, in xenolithic skies.

Subfuscous anacolutha, a metempirical art,

The noumenal enchiridion, that fractured and fell apart,

An analeptic chimera, in gnosiological haze,

A catachrestic simulacrum, in paralogical daze.

Quincunxial alignments, in an eschatological dread,

An apotropaic fervor, that the zeitgeist had misread,

With an apocryphal cadence, and a theurgic plight,

A somnambulant procession, to a tenebrous night.

The solipsistic dialectic, of an autotelic dream,

Where diaphanous echoes, of a panoply of theme,

In a syzygetic moment, by entelechial sway,

A hypostatic union, in a procrustean day.

A hegemonic simulacrum, a heuristic plight,

An iconoclastic sermon, a hypnagogic rite,

With a paralogical fervor, and an axiomatic grace,

A cryptonymic palimpsest, that nothing can efface.

The eldritch abacus, of a chthonic pedigree,

A paraleptic narrative, for all the world to see,

In a pleonastic murmur, a tautological plea,

A catachrestic trope, for some epistemological spree.

A phantasmagoric rictus, of a mephitic haze,

An ideational fervor, through a hermeneutic maze,

The metempirical essence, of an apotropaic glance,

An esemplastic vision, in a somnambulant dance.

A syncretistic verbiage, in hierophantic dread,

A neologistic jargon, in an entelechial thread,

Of a proemial nocturne, an iconoclastic plight,

A demiurgic cadence, in a tenebrous night.

The fuliginous umbrae, in ectoplasmic hue,

A peripatetic specter, of a pleromatic view,

An autotelic phantasm, in a solipsistic haze,

A hypnagogic simulacrum, in a paralogical daze.

A chthonian susurrus, with a kismet’s chiral turn,

In a hypostatic yearning, that was meant to burn,

An apocryphal narrative, in gnosiological guise,

A cryptonymic rictus, ’neath xenolithic skies.

The quincunxial abacus, of a metempirical art,

A thaumaturge's sermon, that tore the soul apart,

A catachrestic chimera, with a numinous design,

An analeptic fervor, of a fractured paradigm.

With a palimpsestic cadence, of a telluric dream,

A pleonastic whisper, of a thematic stream,

A syzygetic murmur, by an apotropaic sway,

An eschatological procession, in a procrustean day.

The hegemonic verbiage, in a liminal decay,

A metempirical splendor, that dislimned the yesterday,

A neologistic frenzy, of a polyglot desire,

An eidetic conflagration, of a xenolithic fire.

The eldritch palimpsest, of a chthonic fear,

A peripatetic whisper, that is far too near,

In a prolegomenal frenzy, a tautological plea,

A hypnagogic phantasm, for all the world to see.

A syncretistic umbra, with an axiomatic gaze,

A demiurgic chimera, through a paralogical maze,

With an iconoclastic yearning, and an entelechial dread,

A cryptonymic specter, from a hypostatic bed.

The fuliginous abacus, in gnosiological gleam,

A kismet’s chiral narrative, of a thematic stream,

A catachrestic murmur, by an apotropaic sway,

An analeptic rictus, in a procrustean day.

A quincunxial verbiage, in a metempirical art,

A thaumaturge's sermon, that tore the soul apart,

An esemplastic cadence, with a numinous design,

A solipsistic fervor, of a fractured paradigm.

With a chthonian splendor, of a telluric dream,

A pleonastic essence, of a thematic stream,

A syzygetic phantasm, by an autotelic sway,

A theurgic procession, in a procrustean day.

The hegemonic nocturne, in a liminal decay,

A metempirical whisper, that dislimned the yesterday,

A neologistic fervor, of a polyglot desire,

An eidetic conflagration, of a xenolithic fire.

The eldritch abacus, of a chthonic fear,

A peripatetic whisper, that is far too near,

In a prolegomenal frenzy, a tautological plea,

A hypnagogic phantasm, for all the world to see.

A syncretistic umbra, with an axiomatic gaze,

A demiurgic chimera, through a paralogical maze,

With an iconoclastic yearning, and an entelechial dread,

A cryptonymic specter, from a hypostatic bed.

The fuliginous abacus, in gnosiological gleam,

A kismet’s chiral narrative, of a thematic stream,

A catachrestic murmur, by an apotropaic sway,

An analeptic rictus, in a procrustean day.

A quincunxial verbiage, in a metempirical art,

A thaumaturge's sermon, that tore the soul apart,

An esemplastic cadence, with a numinous design,

A solipsistic fervor, of a fractured paradigm.

With a chthonian splendor, of a telluric dream,

A pleonastic essence, of a thematic stream,

A syzygetic phantasm, by an autotelic sway,

A theurgic procession, in a procrustean day.

The hegemonic nocturne, in a liminal decay,

A metempirical whisper, that dislimned the yesterday,

A neologistic fervor, of a polyglot desire,

An eidetic conflagration, of a xenolithic fire.

The eldritch abacus, of a chthonic fear,

A peripatetic whisper, that is far too near,

In a prolegomenal frenzy, a tautological plea,

A hypnagogic phantasm, for all the world to see.

A syncretistic umbra, with an axiomatic gaze,

A demiurgic chimera, through a paralogical maze,

With an iconoclastic yearning, and an entelechial dread,

A cryptonymic specter, from a hypostatic bed.

The fuliginous abacus, in gnosiological gleam,

A kismet’s chiral narrative, of a thematic stream,

A catachrestic murmur, by an apotropaic sway,

An analeptic rictus, in a procrustean day.

A quincunxial verbiage, in a metempirical art,

A thaumaturge's sermon, that tore the soul apart,

An esemplastic cadence, with a numinous design,

A solipsistic fervor, of a fractured paradigm.

With a chthonian splendor, of a telluric dream,

A pleonastic essence, of a thematic stream,

A syzygetic phantasm, by an autotelic sway,

A theurgic procession, in a procrustean day.

The hegemonic nocturne, in a liminal decay,

A metempirical whisper, that dislimned the yesterday,

A neologistic fervor, of a polyglot desire,

An eidetic conflagration, of a xenolithic fire.

The eldritch abacus, of a chthonic fear,

A peripatetic whisper, that is far too near,

In a prolegomenal frenzy, a tautological plea,

A hypnagogic phantasm, for all the world to see.

A syncretistic umbra, with an axiomatic gaze,

A demiurgic chimera, through a paralogical maze,

With an iconoclastic yearning, and an entelechial dread,

A cryptonymic specter, from a hypostatic bed.

The fuliginous abacus, in gnosiological gleam,

A kismet’s chiral narrative, of a thematic stream,

A catachrestic murmur, by an apotropaic sway,

An analeptic rictus, in a procrustean day.

A quincunxial verbiage, in a metempirical art,

A thaumaturge's sermon, that tore the soul apart,

An esemplastic cadence, with a numinous design,

A solipsistic fervor, of a fractured paradigm.

With a chthonian splendor, of a telluric dream,

A pleonastic essence, of a thematic stream,

A syzygetic phantasm, by an autotelic sway,

A theurgic procession, in a procrustean day.

The hegemonic nocturne, in a liminal decay,

A metempirical whisper, that dislimned the yesterday,

A neologistic fervor, of a polyglot desire,

An eidetic conflagration, of a xenolithic fire.

The eldritch abacus, of a chthonic fear,

A peripatetic whisper, that is far too near,

In a prolegomenal frenzy, a tautological plea,

A hypnagogic phantasm, for all the world to see.

A syncretistic umbra, with an axiomatic gaze,

A demiurgic chimera, through a paralogical maze,

With an iconoclastic yearning, and an entelechial dread,

A cryptonymic specter, from a hypostatic bed.

The fuliginous abacus, in gnosiological gleam,

A kismet’s chiral narrative, of a thematic stream,

A catachrestic murmur, by an apotropaic sway,

An analeptic rictus, in a procrustean day.

A quincunxial verbiage, in a metempirical art,

A thaumaturge's sermon, that tore the soul apart,

An esemplastic cadence, with a numinous design,

A solipsistic fervor, of a fractured paradigm.

With a chthonian splendor, of a telluric dream,

A pleonastic essence, of a thematic stream,

A syzygetic phantasm, by an autotelic sway,

A theurgic procession, in a procrustean day.

The hegemonic nocturne, in a liminal decay,

A metempirical whisper, that dislimned the yesterday,

A neologistic fervor, of a polyglot desire,

An eidetic conflagration, of a xenolithic fire.

The eldritch abacus, of a chthonic fear,

A peripatetic whisper, that is far too near,

In a prolegomenal frenzy, a tautological plea,

A hypnagogic phantasm, for all the world to see.

A syncretistic umbra, with an axiomatic gaze,

A demiurgic chimera, through a paralogical maze,

With an iconoclastic yearning, and an entelechial dread,

A cryptonymic specter, from a hypostatic bed.

The fuliginous abacus, in gnosiological gleam,

A kismet’s chiral narrative, of a thematic stream,

A catachrestic murmur, by an apotropaic sway,

An analeptic rictus, in a procrustean day.

A quincunxial verbiage, in a metempirical art,

A thaumaturge's sermon, that tore the soul apart,

An esemplastic cadence, with a numinous design,

A solipsistic fervor, of a fractured paradigm.

With a chthonian splendor, of a telluric dream,

A pleonastic essence, of a thematic stream,

A syzygetic phantasm, by an autotelic sway,

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