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On the Splendor

It was a tragedy that vacated Nations and I feared we would not make it it was a tragedy that descended on Nations born away like Persephone fragile existence was escaping me it was wisdom to be disintegrating it was a distant snaking thing that slithered towards forsaken me I would orchestrate my vanishing I had built an Empire in my Mind but to stay there was trying I dissolved into a bloodless oblivion I believed the Carnage would lead to immortality it was an absurdity that needed me there was wisdom in creation that needed Devastation there was cruelty without sympathy and it reminded us the guidance was not needed season of rebellion it was a gelatinous doom that you fell in inscribed in Time existence in relation to a seeded doom and I knew which I’d choose 

I wasn’t crying I was defiant a gestating Disaster that forbade me from prolonging the brutality of slow mornings and their conspiracies of messianic vanishings I remember when you called it bravery but it was naked panic I delighted in the devastation the end of the world was hesitating mortality wizened me it was a cascading Catastrophe that witnessed me surely it was okay to delay the great revelations while the end of the world was accelerating in a state of abandonment I aggrandized pain rifts and rifts in the seams of the World the Carnage magnified the Divine it was forbidden to witness the resemblances it was existence that irradiated me it broke my quiet soul that it was a danger to know I thought perfection would protect me a primal violence resided in us it would not survive us

A vacancy I was making a void that I birthed it was fear or the fear of it I suppose Disaster accumulated me it was sacred and consuming to me you existed at the edge of my being you were this luminous thing I was wanting I resisted the distances I could not bear the luminosity nor could Cataclysm or Crisis finish me it was existence that leaked from me existence like a leech that was bleeding me yes I heard the footsteps of God marching on yes even I wanted me gone it was hard to sustain the mythologies when the World kept throttling me the Chaos was bored of us a woman destroyed I decayed in displacement witnessing the World was exquisite to me it was mesmerizing to decay in a daydream that was missing Me I was a planet aligning I felt the dependence deepen and I confess I abandoned it and then I needed it I believed it was religious to destroy myself for the idea of you it was uplifting to be witnessing while the glowing universe like an alarm was ringing it was history repeating I know it! In cathedrals of collapse who supposed the universe could last? 

I would consume the world like a drop of dew that in the morning mist I followed and in the morning mist yes I swallowed like the darkness of Plato’s cave swollen with shadows unbelievably freedom wounded me it was asphyxiating to watch the world decay with me it was a grace in abeyance it was a greater day that awaited us tragedies that heaven sent if there was a Lord dare I say I fear He went? It was wild that overthinking was wizening me I remember one day in childhood when it christened me it was a Divine Comedy with an actor missing and I rose to it as if existence was something I had chosen! My fate foreclosed on me it was a deploring Season insanity was like reason to me and I vanishing vainly fought a freedom that could have saved me I wanted vainly that freedom that I sought to save me through the dark I ferried through and through that despair nearly buried me divinity was an impossibility displacement defeated me into pieces and I convinced myself that I needed it! There was savagery in the dissolution of a daydream that I inhabited it was bold to presume the universe cared for its own doom knowing I pretended it was wisdom knowing it was a brief reprieve from the depletion I witnessed the desire growing in me the silence of God was like music to me a version of Events that favored me the resurrection of so many dead dreams defended me there was wisdom in disobedience it was Reason wasn’t it? 

It was a glory that awaited us if only there were room in the interlude of Heaven and hilariously they thought there was wisdom in history when it was iterating Doom! The end of the world was pleasing to me I fear there was some totality in tow I will only love when you go and there is wisdom in knowing it was so it was knowledge and I fear I knew it was knowledge and I wish I could lose it searing like a dream it was a vision that needed me let’s face it the world was like a weapon wielded it was a tragedy that advanced to kill us the withering brilliance of life it was actually wisdom to forget you know and there was wisdom in knowing it was so 

We let the Machine Age run to Decay afflicted with self-hatred I fear I hesitated it was a repository of dreams that shattered me it was the cataloguing of luminous things that mattered to me a Metropolis of the Mind like a God I wanted to name the many existences how anguishing to suppose all of Life was some dream that chased me the intoxication was blinding to me even discord was divine to me I abandoned myself to totality it was my life in reverse that summoned me like some dark force of entropy I resisted the fatality it was the World entire that I witnessed my mind resigned me it sought me so and so it does not good to go resignation like a transfigured victory I relished imprisonment it was sublime to me to feel myself a momentary divinity my soul under siege sleep was some kind of sorcery that evaded us I dreamt a vanishing nation haunted by holiness I wasted and wilted I tilted like a misdirected Earth I waited on the World and when I emerged it was worse that carnage life storming from my control and do you not think it sickened me do you not think I was out in the chaos like an angel wizened by the depravity I was going to unwind myself into an invisible thing the celestial exile was bruising us there was a chariot in the stillness of Heaven that waited for us it was divine to me to look to the east while the sunlight serrated like a blade that was fracturing me desire burned like devastation in me the sublime and the shattered it was divine to me to look towards the east and let the radiance take me

tags: to write is to transmute fear
Wednesday 06.11.25
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