Apeiron! Primordial fabric!
From which newborn atoms all fearfully flee
And so drawn to the blade that severs horizons
Cosmic dagger that knows no sleep
Emanating from the source of unbearable pain
Vibrations ascend, pentatonic, with shape
Congealing in crystalline echoes of Chaos
That whisper the origins of divinity's reign.
Enveloped in the dust of creation,
and cloaked in nocturnal
The first, the five,
The few, the eternal.
The ensuing storm
Texturing the air
with the chromaticism of untamed forms.
Therein lies the pool
Where dissonance births the murk
A lone vapor rises
A willing breath of the earth
Enveloped in the dust of creation
But bathed in diurnal
The children, the twelve,
The many, the immortal.
released January 15, 2014
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