Your Beautiful Names

Your Beautiful Names

This is the end Of a small fable
As vigorous pages Start to fall from grace
Your serenity begins To whisk along the fjord

He’s got writer's block And no place to hide
While she never ceases To look at the passage
Longing for complacency In the arm of the sea

He embraces the beginning She summarizes the end
He sees pages furnished with Endless anagoge
Striking the chord in his heart As she sees glacial remnants
On the outskirts of every cliff Welcoming the secluded
Raisonneur to reveal the story The truth
The untold entity in sapphire

Like the cunning Pandora A gift of all gifts
Divinity’s necessary evil An ennui
Out of a ghostly charm Echoing a revelation;
Their works of fiction Have unfolded
All secrets and spoils Of your purposes
Of your actual origin Of your myths
Of your grandly being Immortal
Of your only becoming Invincible

But you promise them A colosseum
As equal individuals Coming into one
Like their favorite Poem
Till end of time ‘Darby and Joan’
Your names They declare
How beautiful they are

He deciphers
Your names
She comprehends
Your ballads
He romanticizes
Your serenade
She acknowledges
Your existence
He narrates
Your aspiration
She yearns for
Your true legacy
But how much truth
O how much truth Is there truly?

What to observe Is still unclear
Light dispersing As it travels through
Twice the speed Of any celestial objects
O thy mightiest Magnitude measured
By naked eyes

What to heed Is still infinite
Sequences of Drone breaking
The solitude The most strident
Momentum In the constellation
A cluster of Phantasmal voices
Dismissing The vox populi

Thus, truly How much truth

Is there now?

Music:

Trust Fades · Nine Inch Nails

Ghosts VI: Locusts

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