ekkis
+
poesi

poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Nemesis - II
its not like we can ever settle the matter we do settle it. over and over, but… we keep coming back, reassessing taking a new position across the millennia and we talk to these mortals with their limited lifetimes who don't know anything not even who they are and its almost as if they can understand almost cathartic but ages and ages pass and we're still crying, pining we still remember the light his brilliance. and there is no incantation to bring him back make it whole again the sketches of Crowley, Nenius before him the secret writings of the Akkadians the ancient verses of Mu before them none can bring back what is gone no matter how much faith still we can't let go we utter the arcane, esoteric syllables from the first religion with a glimmer of hope that we see resplendence again the nemesis the light in the darkness whom we loved so well we belong to you you who vanished before our very eyes 7-IV-2017
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