Codex — The Prequel
Fitt VI.
His Tory
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He didn't know...So much lightPeak of lifeSnowblind white
YesHis mighty mountain Olympusesque!Was, in the corporeal world of mortalsA Demiurge of death & resets...A portal toNo small pain & woeSee it?More a VolcanoAlbeit, the fairestFairy tale-estHoly grail-est of them all!
Upon a time, onceThis was His Fall...
He drew fateRealizing the doomToo late...
When it did blow—Know the sound ofHydrogen ionsExploding KrakatoaAmidst a seism& He was wrapped in its wrath!
No cap, southwardIn a long arch blastedAcross marshes and streamsA rocketing streakSeeking its destinyTo be crashed in the blackBleak heapFor weeksWeak... weep...Sleep...
As ash settled upon Him like snowIn the negative spectrumHe knew He was still survived—By His spite!
With chill as His warmthHe picked Himself up &Dusted His shoulders offOnly to findHis treasure chest breastWas empty as Confession...Or was He losing His mind?
Would He trek for HisBROKEN HEART BEAT BOXBefore & After theWheel of FortuneWas there ever any inquest?
He passed the crucifix &Reconciled His sacramentAs absolute absolution
When days clearedHe seent fearless!His Peak in the pink plumeHad all but crumbled intoSpherules & powder
He wondered how Tarot's TowerThunderboltedWas empowering...
Enlightened, Saturn returned earlyAs a sign of the Titan...His zeitgeist was wary...
As if His newborn childHad died in His armsOnly after staring into His eyes& in one silent sentenceInstilling her sentience—Hence, whence He wanderedHe carried nostalgic ponderingsWith pride & sorrow, fully!
He kept his yogi postureStrong!& did let painStain his ashen cheeksJust to taste the rain—He could stand it!
More sweet would be betterBut this was more bitter...He guessed he was flagellantIndulging in pluviophilia...
Although His demarked weatherHad become an arctic desertHe could intuitLiving like an Inuit...If they do itHe could do it!Within an energetic iglooHe cursed gods in fluent...
He lied through His teethTo His spine, meanwhileCrying in dreamtime...What could it be that He onlyCried in His dreams?All but senile
He smiled when awakenedTo the wild Imaginatrix!
Vaguely...He could hearA heartbeat...His heartbeat!
He was come upon His gloryIn the shade of the crater's acresWhere He terraformed a quarry
*Destruction As Creator*
Sort of obscuredBeneath the fuming lazeHe found what was lain...
"My Gory Jade"
Flashback to whenHis heart was 阳 (yáng)For now it was 阴 (yin)...Alas... Go inTo His chestThis lusterless messHe beset as an offeringOf incense back to His senses
"My heart is not a fucking pump!"
It cauterized into placeAs He observedSmoke's dimensionsFurling unto themselves
He looked down to the groundGrounded & poundedFact!
The energy—The aura of the eminenceRemained intact!
He looked up...Heavens lamented justiceTo stars that were reluctant...
"Why me?"
There!He saw a hint of hope glint, pessimistically!
"Was I sent to repent?"
Reprieve...He pleased to Sea's breeze...His humble heart's embers...His Agni flame simmered!This, His reckoning!His lesson of possible death, deafening!
"... Excel AccelerationWhat an excellent occasion!"
He saw Kali reveling OdissiTo the drut of a ragaShiva's cosmos levellingTo the bruteness of her honor
In this threatening monumentumHe could feel... moreThan He could feel before!
Yes His Dormant BeautyWas really Vulcan's furyTo teach Him to favor...Failure...
No more four elementsBack to the square of one...
*What Is Quintessential QE ?*
"Though beloveis so ablowLife does thriveIt might be worthwhileTo fight to stay alive..."
When the disguised blessingWas as Isis is, unveiledHis Most ResplendentEvoked Him when She spoke of Him...
Steeled electrum armorPranayama in Their karma...
Only adventure awaitedAlong the self-elaborated...
An aperture snapsThe 3D panorama:Sky's eyes for Two to seeAll the heavenly bodiesGuided to Thee Jubilee
How will HeWill freelyFor really?
In the endThe curseThat was the Armageddon of His EarthWas a parable:Portent to the futureOf mankinda...
On the clock of historyThe thirteenth hour was come...