A proposito di Anagogē Nepenthē
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She places memories and Grief into stacks—a filing system of sorts—to poison her later, but it seeps into the forefront, no matter. O grief, a Doleful boat at sea, circumnavigating for months...years...and sometimes unto one's death; a vessel chased by Poseidon, swallowed by the White Whale, and consumed by the ocean. —Anagogē Nepenthē
White Whale
Oct 09, 2024
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I cherish the mornings that I wake with a smile, drowning in your muscles, remembering the moonlit night; we ascend into heavenly depravity. You taste my madness, I swallow your sea. Chaos and absolute sense—ouroboros. We float into the metaphysical and the interstitial spaces of exhalation. You peer into my nooks, crevasses, and folds. Let me imprint those moments, those mornings, so as to neve...
Time
Oct 09, 2024
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The banal is the majestic. I look to the night sky, studded with glimmering stars. It's expansive and incomprehensible. I look to the shimmering black, simultaneously feeling nothing and everything. An atom and dark energy at once. Static and dynamic. Infinitesimal and incalculable. Zero to absolute infinity—Omega. —Anagogē Nepenthē
Omega Ω
Oct 09, 2024
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