“All of a sudden
I was so happy,
I don’t know why”

(J.D. Salinger)


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The obscenity of time.

The attraction of matter.

Accumulating.

Coalescing darkness.

Promethean promises of biotic cascades.

As the moon hits earth,

Landscapes that did not survive the chaos.

Theia.

Home,

That failed.

Melting masses.

Vapour,

God’s gaseous Empire.

Packs colliding.

Code.

Languages of Haedean synthesis.

Pre-solar nebula.

Broken sequences.

The grand design.

Delusional,

The embryonic creator.


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As the gravitational drag gets slower,

heat turns white, and silent,

a cruel trojan sun,

genes were led into believing.

Will it shed light onto still accelerations?

Talk words into orphan debris?

Spiral faith on Synestia?

Colliding entropy as the sun and clouds reach the boiling limits of rock, raining unspeakable pain on time,
scars are data,
incomprehensible, essential,
the core itself.

As ice gets denser and denser, layer upon layer, deeper.

The door to the chamber.


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Insurmountable distances between us,

galaxies far apart,

getting further and further,

vast nothingness.

Immense.

Azure eons engraved in the depth of the core.

Erupting,

inside a shallow cave.

The room is inside us.

Radio pulses words cannot explain.

The mirror the spectrum.

Peak of light. Blackness. Degenerate star.

Photodisintegration.

Collapse of the core.

Your rejection, your sons.


———


The ark.

The temple.

Blackhole.


———


A dead earth.

Remnants of long gone civilizations.

Geologically buried… Silurian hypothesis.

Pre-human. Pre-alien. Matricidal mothers.

Lost in strata.

Artifacts, erased by motionless sand.

Nuclear icebreakers, apparently still. The pack awfully slit. The chamber. The great dying.

Metropolis of zircon. Hadean gneisse.

Molten rock crystals, the life, radionuclide.

The demon core.

Tides, rings, the dark.

The cave.


———


Eroded by unknowable secrets.
Surrounded by indecipherable code.
Crushed by fear.

Unable to see what matters most.

Unknown.

Unknow


———


Will our servers outlast the end of time?


———


You don’t get to dance.

All you get is fear.


———

“The map occludes the territory”

(Jon Kabat-Zinn)


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This vastity
Is sickening.


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One last child to feel some faint warmth before heat death.
Its eyes will freeze before light even touches its newborn tears.

Lost colonies turned into dust
Or was it somebody’s god’s?

Condescending, inside all things,
Mass, weight,
In its own image, light years into length,
Fading yet glowing
Unimaginable heat within a zero-dimensional shell.

Monstrous.

Theorized destruction.

Slowing tide,
Still current.
Before oceans dissolve.

Fragments of steps of a broken ladder.

Now rest,
In final equilibrium.

How old can heat be?

A peaceful ocean,
Flat.
Dead surface with no depth.
A single empty block of paper
Ripped into a single dimension of unquestionable peace.

After the turmoil of fire, once the chaos had reigned,
And life had bloomed.

Had.

The past in front of us,
Polluting the present.

Indefinitely.