Breeze assembles briefly
vitreous wrinkle
cubital shape
born
at the turn of 10−43 seconds
The air-thin bookkeeper records the entry
The momentary breeze-masterpiece accrues from the infinitesimal point, counting in reverse into its ephemeral fullness, approximating
1. The breeze contracts from opposing angles out of the blue. It contracts or expands, either way, hinging on the window of the perspective
The breeze is stamped by the Radiant Parent, Overlord, by which breezes, gales, squares, clouds and the ficklest form escape the vacuum; each´s particular breath becomes lilting springs in space, glinting with nostalgia for the lost breath
The X-Lord flashes a signal of itself, the Creator, to the observer; spilling the breaths into vanishing light pictures
The bookkeeper erases his records of the breeze instance; together with his entries he blurs and lapses shyly
There is no god
So, what is the gravity sky?
What is a particle-point if not a signal of Source?
Particular perceptions are perspectives falling in a curve round´ the vortex of the elusive Singularity
The Deity of illusion is alternately deriving the Singularity into montages reigning at every verse
The potentate Daniel peers as an embarrassed baby simian with clear face and eyeballs stitched from and suspended by stiff lines of fabric alive ad infinitum
Not all subscribe to the rule of Daniel
For, Daniel finishes unwieldy and incomplete, whereas his name is expanded anagrammatically by subverters into: nielad, andiel etc. Increasingly randomized codes accessing deeper inside the Singularity´s vortex
Daniel is the archon seeking establishment. His name is arranged by anarchist-rebel forces seeking to recover a field deeper inside the Singularity
Daniel presides over massive mainframes, adumbrating the Mysterium Tremendum, as they traverse the gravity sky. Lofty cloud states. Daniel appears to reign over every verse
Every human machine in the System glides from dock to dock. Each, leaks liquid data into the feeds of the others.
The data dry into the suspending fabric-lines fighting at the front sustaining the silent war pending inside the clear, monkey eyes.
The rebels penetrate the membrane into the lines of fabric sustaining the war momentum. The momentum is reversed as the lines of fabric glide, vanishing into innocuous dreams which triumphantly flood the mainframes.
Daniel and the archons are ousted
Daniel´s anagrammatic variants are cast into the eternal-everlasting, they are sufficiently random to venture deeper within the Singularity, in its dream-fields
The combinations match the Singularity´s source code, which ceases to schism itself with derivative mainframes and their governing bodies occupying the space where the land and the sky intersect
The machine-heads become lucid and empty; any data-input no longer serves the state, and neither the gravity sky
There is no gravity
The dome is vanquished
No Deity to infer in any character or number set
Only a fleck of Daniel´s eye or the breeze…
Either, weighs as much as the universe
heavy and faecal
As the rectifying filaments have been apprehended by rebel forces
All is quiet on the front
The levitous light sits down with its slim physique with no elbow to rest, removes its tawdry military decoration
Eternity
unmasks every time and again
with less than
a hint from the Light-lieutenant´s brow
The myrtles, glistening miniature machines
coldly massacre the remains of the state inside and outside of sight
to the thrill of all… .. .
The bookkeeper takes note, closing another radiant file