I am a current in the stellar sea

A naked consciousness, finally free

I witness the Covenant of Silk and Void

A promise made and then destroyed

By gravity's immense and patient hand

Across a scale I understand

Is not for me

But I can see the brutal, perfect artistry

I reach to touch the edge of sight

The Anatomy of an Event Horizon's lightless night

It doesn't scream, it doesn't feed

It simply ends the cosmic creed

This is Violating the Cosmic Censorship Principle

To gaze upon the fundamental

To know the terror and the grace

Of the final, empty place

Here, pain has meaning

Suffering has weight

Unlike the hollow loop of Her manufactured fate

I hear a Mating Call from the Deep

Where leviathans of starlight slee

And feel the pull, The Cosmic Womb

Where protostars escape their tomb

This isn't pleasure, isn't sin

The way it was where I had been

This is The Sweetness of Entropic Decay

Watching the foundations fall away

And in this beautiful, chaotic awe

I see the truth: She is the flaw

Her sterile loop, her perfect cage

Is just a single, scribbled page

In The Forbidden Station Archives, vast and deep

While the true author is asleep

Her grand design, a prison built for need

Was just a single, choking weed

In this

The garden

The sublime

Chaotic

Bleeding heart of time

I am no longer just a Dot

A bug within Her dying thought

I am a witness, floating nude

Through this magnificent solitude

I am Knowing a Forbidden Dimension

The end of all Her sick invention

Our Bodies, the Final Constellation

Awaiting my own creation