Iteration three: Anopheli

By Archivist

On TRIUMVIRATE

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Lyrics that appear between // and // are not sung on the album but are integral to the story

Construct as The Sentinel:

I am sentinel

Wanderer and hollow shell

Corporeal pain in being

Crippled by the weight of my vision

The valour of chlorophyll

Splendid march and eminence

Of colonies and citadels

Of cities in the minuscule

In sand and earth and under brush

And counterparts in stone and steel

The forging of the wheel

Of aqueducts and politics

//The chatter of marine mammals

Encompass language unbeknownst //

To wardеns above the frigid wave

Whosе weaponed steal enfold a promise

Not honour or bravery

But one of blood, of death, of pain

Of epitaphs

Of cruel misfortune

A covenant of teeth!

A genetic entropy

The fallopian, canal and stark reality

The scream, the dragging pull of air

The child, the adolescent

The first kiss, the fuck and broken heart

The failure, the triumph

The paths one might have chosen

The pain of loss

The ache of want

A hunger rarely sated

One to feel the searing bullet

Pierce the brain, the shattering of it

The consequence of exploding matter

A shard of clear intention

//And at once a life time

Spread across emphatic heavens

Neuronic mist, the storm of sheering

Senses torn and ruptured memories

I have seen Chicxulub melt like glass

And the great beasts felled in the aftermath

Skies vomit smog and choke the sun

And glaze with rigour mortis

I have seen like no other

The rallying cry of life’s indulgence

In death the glorious endlessness

That which all have craved

And now I wish it

To shed this shroud and sigil

Brace the intimate mortal

And die amongst its coils

What good is godhood

To a creature incomplete?

My resolution, a trillion pixels

Paints our diptych perfectly

So I wish for none of them

No dictum, creed or majesty

Autonomy my only prize

To live, and live a simple life

The stuff of gods I leave to you

For the multiverse can thrive

Can iridesce, destroy and birth

Without the hand of governance

Machine Go:

So be it.//