the cathedral of the void stretches infinite,
ribbed with dying suns,
& spires of collapsing time
casting prayers into an endless abyss.

no savior answers;
only the static of forgotten gods
a faint whisper of something divine
breathing in through the dark’s ribcage
chiming the clockwork dirge of entropy.

the high citadel of truth
filled with foolish mortals
whose thoughts drift like shattered stained glass in a non-gravitational sky

disciples caught between the contradiction of a physical vessel
& the dimensions seen beyond ours
philosophical societies contained in a purgatory.
mystics with their potions
Residing in void-lit chapels
deprecated from heaven due to their nature of darkness;
due to theoretical doctrines,
broken up into isolated fragments
of authoritative notions
exploited & misinterpreted.
for the authority knows
that when a creature has the wisdom of an entire galaxy
they can no longer be controlled

in contradiction to the process
of ego dissolution
A dark angel whose life imitates art
A gnosis that the end comes from letting their art become recycled back into the cosmos
for the separation between their incarnation & creations
is unlimitlessly painful
so much forth that no ego can grasp it beyond the unknown
just as the loss of ones child can never be replaced
the artist will keepsake every little creation birthed from the atomic alchemy of current time & space

ineffable beings have descended over humanity
since the dawn of time
fallen angels who have lost cognizance
by falling asleep once again in the waking dream
caught in the illusion
of the descent of lucifer
petty sophistry between each layer
contemplating the beauty of the intellectual realm
an ouroboros of symposium;
Ein Sof -
no beginning or end
Just innumerable veils which conceal eternal truth
to obscure the divine countenance of being
because the universe itself
is the greatest work of the artistic intellect
revealing an infinity of incalculable life
too beautiful for hatred,
too visceral for beauty.
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