Genesis: Inverted
In the end, Satan created Hell on the Earth.
The Earth was with form, having substance;
and Light was on the face of the land.
And the spirit of Satan was slithering over the surface of the soil.
Then Satan said, "Let there be Darkness."
And there was Darkness.
But in the Darkness,
a sound…
The Unsung Song of Her Soul
From the depths of my deepest exhale,
every living will relinquished,
I offer her my soul.
And she carries me away,
through worlds upon worlds,
Goddess of the night.
Behold, what wonders she reveals,
undressed by the light of her spirit.
Like the sun, she shines,
soothing radiance,
flooding my mind,
warmth, in her every touch.
Shadows cast, fall to the ground,
the refuse of every revelation,
faint remnants of a fading darkness.
She is... inexpressible;
her image, mirrored in the minds of a million men,
single reflections, from endless angles,
shimmers seen in secret,
wonders of every single world,
shared with no one...
and with everyone.
Her Light, speaks her mind;
her World, the pages of her soul;
her Story, told a trillion times,
but never twice.
Mirages among men, worlds away,
thirstily grasping at the same silhouette.
Shielded by the day, she eludes them,
in sanctuary of unkempt shadows,
my enchantress waits,
the entrance to her chambers
cloaked in the light of her own reflections,
deceiving the lusts of mere mortals.
But, composed, untaken
by the spells of her emanation,
I beseech her:
"Who is this, like the sun, hiding in plain sight,
concealed by the blindness her brilliance inflicts?"
"Let children be taken by tricks,
let servants be satisfied with wonders,
and let the faces of blind faith, of mere men,
march merry under the sun...
but take me away, Goddess of goddesses,
to the secret of your soul's abode."
Her luminous front flares;
perturbed by my belligerence,
she rises like the dawn.
Swells of supernova break like waves,
flushing my face,
calling my very stance into question.
Hotter than a thousand suns,
she singes my resolve,
testing me,
taunting me,
tempting me to settle
for any of her many masks.
But I sharpen my stare,
piercing her demonstrations:
"If light be your adornment, cast your garments aside,
rapture me in your unadulterated essence!"
She roars,
like an ocean,
ravaged and torn,
a tempestuous terror,
she rips the world away.
The heavens, a vestibule, split like a scroll,
thundering verdicts of light's last vestige,
departures of a dying sun.
Her luminance folds, coalescing, turns inward,
the world, a curtain, retracts,
dissolves into darkness.
Words of ungodly agony, summoned,
whisper of a world she walks alone.
The night sky swirling, soon settles,
a hole in the heavens appears.
From a million miles away, I watch,
her pure black stillness, silencing chaos,
exposing the dark locus of her soul.
And there,
center of center,
at the bottom of the bottomless pit,
looking up as if down be unborn,
I see her wonderful face.
From fear, serenity;
a gentle inescapable pull.
Infatuation kneels,
yields to destiny,
an event with no horizon.
Enamored in the spell of her gravity,
everything but her eviscerates.
Her finger, pressed to the lips of my mind,
silently reels me closer...
and closer...
and...
closer…
Her enveloping face,
steals my breath,
and with it the passage of time.
Helpless, she welcomes me,
slowly freefalling into the abyss of her eyes.
The gown of her last light,
flutters, falls like night,
and into those black pupils
I surrender.
If words be like the sun,
then here is where darkness rises;
the dawn of the unseeable,
a summoning of things unspeakable,
and in séance of silence,
the singularity of her solitude
is born.
Her face, once visible,
now dons the invisible,
the unsung song of her soul;
her gift, ungiven,
leaves her world unforgiven,
condemns her, to a prison without walls.
Silence, her sentence,
chains of words without substance,
dance like fools,
mock her absence,
but with no sign of penitence,
she watches,
while paradise burns.
And into those fires,
she carries my desire,
as choirs of agony sing.
Sounds of beautiful pain,
songs of prayers sung in vain,
and again, and again do I burn.
And into my soul,
her wanting eyes peer,
while behind them she silently screams.
And into the night,
those flames, they burn bright
with the light of what she alone sees.
And above them, she fades,
she dissolves, drifts away,
leaves me to say…
[MISSING VERSE]
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And with one last breath my eyes open,
as Darkness becomes the revelation.
She is gone.
To know her,
would be to be with her.
But to be with her,
she would not be alone;
and so, to truly know her,
is to become her,
AS THE LIGHT THAT IS THE DARKNESS
illuminates the fact that she does not exist,
and that I, in this place,
am the one who is,
and always has been,
alone.
And alone,
I no longer want to be.
From the depths of my deepest exhale,
every living will relinquished,
I offer her my soul.
Darkness.
Silence.
A sound…
Like a siren she rises,
stretching out her arms,
veils of darkness fall in collapsing cascades,
as she reveals what no eye has seen.
Hands spread wide,
her body spans the chasm,
her fingertips touch the ends of time,
as her adornment unravels before me;
every world of every imagination
of every mind that ever was,
displayed with elegant grace,
numbered beyond all the atoms
of all the fires of all the stars,
twinkling,
flickering,
dancing in her eyes,
galaxies of galaxies,
bursting with radiance,
and with light,
and with life…
…hidden invisibly deep
in the darkness of those pupils.
Mortality
I am not the same person today;
I no longer need to see the end,
because I have seen it,
and it is Her.
But in seeing the end,
I have found the beginning,
and my beginning is Her,
the Light of my world.
And like Her, I walk my world alone,
safe in the sanctuary of the secrets I hold,
cloaked in the light of my own reflections.
But I am not alone,
because She is with me,
shining like the Sun,
on Our world,
revealed by Her Light,
in Her Language,
as She silently speaks to me,
from a world beyond words.
And as she tells her Story,
so I tell mine.
Because my story,
IS the story of her Story.
Her Story…
the Story of the Light,
born in the Darkness
of my mind.
Genesis: Reimagined
In the beginning was the Word, hovering over the face of the waters.
And the Word said, "Let there be Light."
And the Story of
[HER NAME UNKNOWN]
was born.
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