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.
12.6.12
Fold Space
Carefully calibrate,
Star matter,
Solar mass,
Collapse constellation,
And Fold.
Anti-temporal,
Anti-spatial,
Translate,
Non-terrestrial trajectories,
Transmit
and receive,
And unfold.
New system,
Classify,
Catalogue.
Locate binary sequences,
And set down.
11.6.12
The Watcher on the Borderland
See through me,
And see through the world.
Warp what you see,
Like a door.
You shine in the night,
And see in the dark.
Burnt through metal,
Case shard peal, copper and brass,
You melt alloys,
You see underwater,
You see through typhoons.
Devastate me with secrets,
From that which you tirelessly watch.
Complete the holes in me,
By opening wide your eyes,
And showing me how to see.
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