The Augur Orb and The Celestial Chalice ~Part I~

Preface
 
There once was era, in a distant galaxy of the universe, where a human did not experience. She did not taste the sweetness fruit or he do not feel the deepest and most voracious rage to kill another of their brethren. The way you read this story, through this language, in reaction to your brain and your biology, did never so exist. You experience one way and we can never know the experiences before us as an intelligible life form, for we can only experience them as they relate to us as whatever we believe we are. Attempt to open your mind to all possibilities, even though you could never perceive or experience them. Let it go, and breathe in.
 
The Augur Orb and the Celestial Chalice
 
For see, and release
Your love, I would forever keep
My sweet Serra, of the bluest deep
For when your colors change, I am Terra.
 
Oh, sweet young beauty  
Your love, so peacefully proud
Your essence and mine will rest upon the clouds,
Above your exalting mountains, dear Terra.
 
Behind your eyes I see a deaf glimmer.
Your colors extreme and I am here, sweet shimmering Serra.
What holds to your heart, what causes your fear?
I will never demand soul from your art,
But please never dimmer the burning tinder.
 
Terra of the Augur Orb, dost your beauty not for-tell?
Our synthesis is near, so sweet the smell.
Purge your art from this sphere
and make our brushes, never ever so clear.
 
Serra of sincerest Skies,
I will do what is said by your phosphorescent yellow eye.
But promise me this, you will bear me an embryo
A seed of the most wondrous surprise.
 
Alone in her domain.
 
Serra illuminates the cost of her refrain,
To administer the purge without perfect amount of pain.
The capacity of passion that Terra knew to believe,
Serra's skies, in the reflection of her seas.
 
Serra examined her many eyes,
And asked herself which shined the most, and why.
 
Her eyes whispered back a melody, mellow and somewhat dry.
Behind her eyes, was summoned Haelodie.
 
Oh the incautious phases of Serra of the soft, soft Sky
Do you never realize, for you, Terra would die?
 
She would renew her brilliant vast Canvas,
That brilliant Augur Orb, for your widowing ever-glowing eyes.
 
She loves yours,
Because she does not know mine.
 
She does not know my vastness,
For she only knows thine.
 
Awake sweet Serra and forever be [i]my eye
For you obscure nothing, beyond but a tear.
Hide your malice, and misplace your fears.
Take my Celestial Chalice, and feel all things appear.
Poor Beautiful Terra, ever so lost, and always sincere.[/i]
 
Serra and Haelodie came together to absorb
Their bodies mingled with the energy of the Augur Orb.
Their lips embraced, and their breasts touched,
There, two bodies, came together blushing
to you their own beautiful truths.
To accept the Celestial Chalice,
is never something you choose.

Terra and Serra alone in the Augur Orb.
 
 
Ah.. my subliminal, Serra.
I have been waiting for you to return,
Anticipation, for our fire to forever burn.
 
- But Oh! What a magnificent grail!
Fill it with my waters below the evergreen mountains
It will seep into the spirit from that bolstering fountain.
 
What gifts you give me, from your art form
Let us drink your viscous liqueur
Breathe out your esteeming Augur Orb.
 
From her sky, Serra breathed into her hair,
Cascading down to the depths of her seas,
Terra's heart there both blue and grey.
The hands of her respiration
descended to evoke a rapid transformation.
 
The beauteous sex of something beyond you
Is not something that can cross your imagination
because there is no such thing
But only your ascending interpretation.  
You can only read your own language.
Traveling the byzantine complex of all creation.
 
The thrush of Serra's seed, descended all the way down.
The songbird dug a hollow pit, and implanted the embryo.
Terra's emulsifying pleasure ascended to her steep crown.
For she had received her seed, unbeknownst to her deceit.
 
And Serra's skies became black.  
Forever petrifying Terra's form to the Augur Orb.  
So human did she look, but far from it her mind.  
Unable to see, but birthing her born.
 
Haelodie hearkened from beyond, as Terra's presence darkened.
Her mirroring oceans drying up, her dearest birthed dying.
The birthed were the spirits of you and I.
Many of them, many who had never existed.
Their assailants unknown to them, for experience to them
Was filled with too much pain to ever conceive
That their mother was not in the sky, but across the seas.
 
Oh my sincerest, Terra, I have deceived your subliming mind.
A blooming flower from your orb,
I have fed sour water!
I have bound you here so you may never leave.  
My false intentions are now meant for sorrow.
I am sorry my love, for now you must forever seethe.
 
Serra kissed her petrified lover's lips.
Terra felt, every embrace
But could not give back.
 
Music play, music digress.