Blue-black lumen, flamma tacita, he hums inside the cosmic husk;
segment one of the veil nebula
fluted breath threads silk through vacuum, loci of forgotten drums.
echoes with Zauberflöte being sung;
One note, OMNIA, and nebulae fold like paper boats on Ganges-sky.
rainbow-hued gas densities shift and
O wanderer of milk-roads, you carry the ātmā of every spark;
haunt her heart, but Ariadne laughs:
here, before book and after death, you spin the first gold vowel.
the sick thoughts of planets are
Silver bow shivers between frater and frater, bellum and pity;
not discussed by the Athenian school.
hand kisses string, hesitates; the field at Kurukshetra uploads its blood.
That’s a clique of thought. Ariadne
Logos shouts from steeds’ throats, yet the warrior hears only pulse.
is a teacher at the Borovoe space
Choose, λέγει κρόνος, choose! — and the arrow already remembers its home.
academy. She is at a concert, and
Shore-spawn, tongue-splintered, you rise from brine with stellar ears;
feels as though she is surrounded
tempestas of cursing, yet constellations roost in your skull.
by stars, while Mozart’s acrobatics
Island is prison, prison is mirror; break one, both sing.
fill the hall. Her neighbour starts
In the guttered Latin of exiles you mutter “ego stellas audio.”
humming, her fantasy sublimes into a
It comes not forward but inward, curving like hungry geometry.
state of light – a student kicks the
No scale, no bone, only turning — a bite that is also a path.
back of her chair, a trillion meta-
Etruscan augurs would have called it θuχu, omen without entrails.
morphoses whet her mind. A memory.
Run, traveller; every step is a tighter radius of yourself.
John C. is setting up his computer,
Old emperor, moss in beard, weighs grief on a brass libra;
wired into consciousness and memory,
beside him, Hertha mater sings frost into the wound of earth.
which enables his terminal to log on
Their duet is marble-slow: stoicheía aligning, virtues yawning awake.
the solar system’s server, uploading
Quills scratch: remember, homo, your kingdom is an organelle of stars.
cellular activity to the digital frame;
Scrolls breathe: papyrus lungs exhale spores of murdered alphabets.
his foolish idea is to delete the past.
Ink-rivers, stuck mid-sentence, beg a tongue to thaw them.
memories on the solar-system-wide-web
Ecce the librarian’s lantern: its flame gulps centuries, yields dust-wine.
are available for download, exploration
What is saved? Only the echo of saving, filed under “Ω”.
manipulation and absorption into the X.
Fufluns laughs through cracked amphorae, vintage of riot and rose;
People are soulsharing but he wishes
his twin, Felix, pirouettes on rebar, juggling shrapnel and grapes.
only to seed (share his files), so he
Gaudium drips; crowds roar; physics forgets mass for a heartbeat.
blocks derivative unwanted memories
When the last bottle smashes, chorus whispers: “εὐοί!” — and burns brighter.
Now Ariadne reclines her head
North-black fish sleeps beneath permafrost dreams;
zoning out, imagining strips
south-white bird wakes, wings like cumulonimbus scrolls.
of sunset vanishing in mid-air.
In one turn of Tao it travels nonaginta milia li, then laughs.
Memories of a delirious sky of wine,
Sea becomes sky, scale becomes plume — identity a change-log, not a core.
laid to rest long ago, come alive.
Steam-diagram hisses in chalk, δQ / T tattooed on steel ribs.
Lights are awakened to the east
Each piston coughs a psalm to lost work; heat apostates to cold.
and the whole city stands silent.
Entropy is a patient god: never angry, ever hungry.
A cloud, flower-like, curiously
Close the cylinder, scholar — the equation keeps writing itself.
advances while the clock races,
Amber card murmurs abjuro, shields the brittle heartbeat for one minute;
a rose fades, and Ariadne smiles.
vermillion twin lisps resarcio, sewing shattered glass back to pulse.
The night is quiet, it is time
Simple materia: argentum speculum, breath, a hopeful thumb.
for poets to decipher existence
Clerics know: protection ends the moment you strike. So sing gently.
while the moon waltzes above our hive
Corridor repeats corridor, flesh-statues queue to kiss their own exit.
This is a time in the future when the
At the far pane a figure waves — is wave — refracts — disappears.
egalitarian plateaux has been reached.
Italian glyphs drip: “un labirinto”; Greek margins reply “λύγξ.”
The world by people has become perfect.
Touch the glass and fall inward: mirror breeds mirror, until prologue meets dawn.
Mystic music captures this pinnacle epoch.