She, the resplendent monolith, gravitating inexorably,

Luring this cadaverous husk into its unwilled gyre.

Ephemeral flesh entwined with eidolic splendor—

The transmutation of nescient sinews,

A vertiginous tilt into her Olympian form.


Lo! Within the empyrean delirium—

A statuesque colossus, eyes rimmed in aureate divinity,

Peering downward, omnipotent and immutable,

Her countenance the summit of the ecliptic,

She is I, I am she, undifferentiated, ineffable.


Thus, once more, the vesuvian convulsion—

Lava-lacuna surging forth in alabastrine torrents,

A tremor, a rift, the chasm birthing its own dissolution.

The ammoniac musk perfuses the sanctum,

Seeping—ebbing—permeating the linen abyss.


And so she is cast beyond the citadel of cognition,

A fugitive phantasm, unmoored and ungraspable.

Meanwhile, the paltry vessel, this squandered corpus,

Wanders in phantasmal itinerancy,

Flitting—ebbing—betwixt fleeting deities,

Each day squandered in the fruitless thrall of dreamless reverie.