These remnants, rotting keepsakes of words and pictures are mnemonically residual. They are scryed, interfaces utilizing misfired sigilings, systems of incomplete quasi-alchemical call-signs and proto-symbologies loosely based upon borrowed (and in some cases stolen) artificially charged devices. When assembled into specific schemas, this soft machinery marks as it contains, and thus constructs the Terminal House.
22.6.12
When Sky Becomes Earth
Billowing,
Blanketing blackening devours,
Both Sun and Moon,
Pouring and turning morning and midnight inside out,
And upside down.
Making the Sky,
Earth.
Hooking the flesh of the godless ground to the thousand eyelids of every angel.
A horizon implodes in a clap,
Closing every door in the world.
Blanketing blackening devours,
Both Sun and Moon,
Pouring and turning morning and midnight inside out,
And upside down.
Making the Sky,
Earth.
Hooking the flesh of the godless ground to the thousand eyelids of every angel.
A horizon implodes in a clap,
Closing every door in the world.
Crystalline Speech Patterns
A splinter,
A fractal,
Forming through atomic mass,
A tinker,
A tocer,
A ticker,
Even thicker,
Terra Firma,
And Time.
The complexity of speech,
Spoken through shattered molecules.
Then frozen,
In fragments,
Within abstractions of meaning,
And as functionless vehicle.
Broken is this tongue,
And then fractured again,
Translated by great machines,
Built without purpose.
A fractal,
Forming through atomic mass,
A tinker,
A tocer,
A ticker,
Even thicker,
Terra Firma,
And Time.
The complexity of speech,
Spoken through shattered molecules.
Then frozen,
In fragments,
Within abstractions of meaning,
And as functionless vehicle.
Broken is this tongue,
And then fractured again,
Translated by great machines,
Built without purpose.
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