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TRIPTYCH III: ANTICHTHON
'Tablet of thrice-fold architect
Triptych unfolding'
The fall and the rise
Of which dreams bear eyes
May we find reprieve
In the midst of infinity
The fabric of time seems to unfurl
As momuments once adamantine collapse
All that I know and all that I am
Reality fades, psilosophy
Am I dreaming or deceased?
There is another me
Antichthon
Veiled by the sun
Where light may not escape
The omnivalent nothing
Cosmos itinerarian, with golden wings
To be enveloped as oblivion sings
The light carousels amongst their song
A deluge is left to silence the throng
Pilum of light, descending
My glass prison shattered
And for a moment, a syzygy is born
Solitude my bride, my chosen side
A prismatic abyss, ire of dead stars
Transparent I, dark matter emission
Against the canvas already made blank
I have become myself
Two selves now reside within
Polar, pure, asymmetrical
To gravitate towards the end
The beginning and the end
They are pulled towards the center
And the triptych begins to close
There is another me
Antichthon
Reaching for hope
From the heart of holes
And I hear the song once again
A mute chord reverberating
Never shifting
The sound that exists perpetually
But never once heard before
Steadily, the intensity elevates
The soul enervated, the mind's eye blinded
And in pandemonium, jilted
I can no longer recognize myself
Nor my hand, reaching for any sensation
There is another me
Antichthon
Universe within
I embrace him once more
In the devouring void
Ylem
All the stars begin to fade from the sky
Is this what it means to die?
In the midst of infinity
May they find reprieve
As our dreams lost eyes
They fall, and they rise
Published 9th Jan 2018
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