Codex ≡ The Requel
Fitt II.
Vantablack Noise
pp. 15–16 · lines 157–274
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Her 1st Eyeelectrified with sharpnessharkened this:
a shard of Aether's darknessburning Her heart of an Artist!
with all amissthe Positive (+)insisted She enlist...
"Too Safe...I Dismiss Thee!"
She blew Lighta kiss, bluish whitewith a limitless grimaceon Her cryptic lipstick...
drifting...hypothetical red shiftingblack holeshoarded Her hopesin vain...
harken!Carbon Darken (−)Her shame, marked...
but what negativitycould overshadowHer own knowing glow?interesting...entropics..."No."
She told Herselfgoing moreslow...
"The Darwinists Devolved!The Twilight Of Science's IdolsMostly Blinded & Stifled! Now,God's A Man Called Einstein—Who's Also Dead—& All The World Is RelativityPlayed Out Ritualistically OverThe Grand Chessboard..."
Q c2 (Queen to see too)straight through the opaque8 x 8 checkerboard slatemate in one...
"Yer Done."
She was not meant for thisbluebloods' game...nor this asylum, insane...nor this tragic play onShakespeare's Stage...
"'Tis Right, Naught!That Light Defeateth LeftOr Versa Vice...How ManyA' Luminary Hath Been BeleagueredTo The Bleakest?How Many A Story Of PeaceArt Ye To Speaketh?Yet, How Many EpicsOf Battles & Laughable Ethics?
Thou HastLoseth MassHowbeitGaineth Density"
holding HerHeartstar shardin a sevenfoldgreen gold locketShe was emboldened(in a vernacularmore colloquial):
"I'm Low Key Over It!WTF Is Majik?!The Power To Will?Is It By Any Means Necessary—Necessity BeingThe Mother Of All Creation?
What Is The UseOf Imagination?It's Either Teaching:
A. Universal Utopia In RealityFor The Children's ChildrenOf The Future's Future... OrB. Imagi-nothing!
Do I NeedTo Fulfill A Need?!When ★White-Right-&★Black-Left-Hand Paths FuseIs The Amalgam NotSome Shade—Chaos Grey—But, Actually...
What Is'The Golden Rule'When It ComesTo The Will To Use Each Other?Who's The Willer?Is There A Rule That's Silver?"
electing for theElectrum TruthShe enfoldeda gradient composed ofevery emotion—high lights to low lives united...
shadows play on an allegorical cave—post-postmodern Plato—see the black screen blank?
now blinking every second{}a non-Euclidean cursorbut not the Newtonian spectrummore the Color Theory of Goethe...
thinking above understandingShe would oversit...
& there in the darknessShe would harnesselectrum effervescent!from crown to soles protected!
Her calmness drip drippedas in the River Styx dipped...