The lattice of black holes is the bed the of Pantokrator.
Wept steel forges the breath of Janus as she creeps atop the
crib of the pharaonic capitol–mesmerized by the twirling mobile
of a bicameral neural net…the inverted pyramid digs further into the terrain.
Inhaling pure vitriol is our only redemption. Dying isn’t hard.
Living isn’t hard. It is the moments in between that get me. It is Destabilized Reemergence.- Sinz