1. EXPULSUM EX INRITUS

Cast from, the stillness, fleeting ends,
The dissolution of silence is design and discord,
The humble gesture of opening an eye,
A sightless wake to recurrent mirrors

Attesting the sole observer through innumerable minds,
Revival of a stream of thought, lost and familiar,
Surges into the immediate,
Consumed by those unfathomable insights,
Plagued by the soaring pillars of noetic certitude
And growing distress

And what of His disfigured form,
That wanes in a merging union
Contented art death, like scattered splinters
That penetrate the entrails
Antithesis, the barren idiom of the metaphysic,
Exfoliates the futile beginning

Teeming, abject gestures, to acquiesce amid the trepidation,
A wreath of laurels marks a transient succumbing,
Yield to the deceitful guiles of pleasure,
Trifling with mindful reaches of the void

Inept and defiled, rotten fruits on deific vines,
Knowledge and transparency abound, but to what avail?
What then of insight for the already known?
A subsequent moment of that foregone

Unbending spiral, descent into the absurd,
Successor of the narrowly avowed confines of sense
Visually recurrent mold, a mirroring of thought,
Stagnant motion within a tier of solemn delusion

The piercing end of acute revelation
Respite bestowed in the insoluble abyss,
The yearning of all,
Cast into the light

Tremors of the enlightened,
The irresistible dread of salvation,
Humbled by self-resurrection,
The final axiom concealed in silence

The harrowing interludes of grief,
Now a rapturous cancer to savor,
Now marked by permanence,
The insignia of all

And so, led into temptation
And so, the duplicitous voices recede
And so, devoid of shame
The onset of a refuted proprium

Yet, the dictum is silenced,
And silence reduced to mere vacuity


2. LACIO TERGUM IN INRITUS

Stillness in the womb, harvesting a rotten seed
Of the Tree of Life,
A charade of chaotic laughter,
As all utterances become a single platitude

He, the life, who was cast out for our sins,
And forever thrown into damnation

Savior of the incestuous birth,
Void that preserved the equilibrium,
Symmetry that sprang from a chaotic storm,
Where the waves of fire came to burn

Then a grouping of an abominable cell,
The insidious tumor of the world,
The self-amused plague,
Contaminated by the act of birth

An ailment -- dispersion of the pallid pool
And so it was said that it is good,
Immurement, by corporeal design;
Florid Verses of the shackled authors

And from there to dust all fell,
Shame dignified,
Nature deemed perverse,
The void shrouded in unsound fables

Of more,
Of the better,
Of the profound,
The craving for lost transcendence

Impaled by the searing blades,
Fortune punctures the infected wounds,
Of the feeble,
As the dichotomy grows,
On the precipice,
Cowering back into the womb,
Agony spirals,
The loss of every net of control,
The coming to a definite close

Divested of every possession,
Deprived of all feeling,
The definitive insight,
The wistful pain of insight