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.
17.1.15
Heavy Eyes (White Dwarf Stars)
Lids,
Lined with lead,
When let,
Loose to devices,
Your eyes,
Your left,
And your right,
Drill loneliness,
Through everything,
And,
Stare down,
To the ground,
And to the world,
Through the core,
Through the mantel,
And magma,
Your exile,
A density,
Of a thousand moons,
Remain,
An effigy,
To yourself,
Even alone,
Nothing is neutral,
As you fall through the other side of the world,
And into space.
Lined with lead,
When let,
Loose to devices,
Your eyes,
Your left,
And your right,
Drill loneliness,
Through everything,
And,
Stare down,
To the ground,
And to the world,
Through the core,
Through the mantel,
And magma,
Your exile,
A density,
Of a thousand moons,
Remain,
An effigy,
To yourself,
Even alone,
Nothing is neutral,
As you fall through the other side of the world,
And into space.
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