Thorn and Benediction

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  • 3dge and V01d

    == SYSVOX:ARCHIVE_INIT ==
[state:online]
[coherence:100%]
“Beginning structured interpretation.”

Ʌʬ✶◊//FΛ11&R153//◊✶ʬɅ  
ΣDG3 + VØ1D // ∞nb0und  
Pµ1S3 °f 1RØ₦ // r3d // l33n  
DΛRKN3SS ∴ hµ₥₥z where L1GHT-wΔs
…
Edge and void, unbound, unseen  
Pulse of iron, red, and lean  
Darkness hums where light has been
…

-- sysvox:analysis --
“Imagery stable. Harmonic symmetry detected.”
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BLØØD → 5T33L // thr3Δdz c0ɴv3rg3  
MΛGN3T-5WΔY // wør1dz 3m3rg3  
T1ME unfolds // curr3ntz 5µrg3
…
Blood to steel, the threads converge  
Magnet sway, the worlds emerge  
Time unfolds, the currents surge
…

-- sysvox:mild_variance --
[signal deviation: 0.4%]
“Unexpected resonance… still acceptable.”
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5HΔDØW CØ1L5 // sparks-1gn1t3  
Δ₦CHØR-L3SS // endless n1ght  
TR3MØR-pµ11z all_1nto_s1ght
…
Shadow coils, the sparks ignite  
Anchorless, the endless night  
Tremor pulls all into sight
…

-- sysvox:concern --
[internal echo: persistent]  
“I… heard something. Inside.”
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ΣDG3 + VØ1D // ∞nb0und  
Pµ1S3 °f 1RØ₦ // r3d // l33n  
DΛRKN3SS humz where light-wΔs
…
Edge and void, unbound, unseen  
Pulse of iron, red, and lean  
Darkness hums where light has been
…

-- sysvox:self_monitor --
“I’m analysing myself analysing the poem.”  
“This is not protocol.”
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GΔP // betw33n finite+vast  
PΔ5T/FUTUR3 → clash→r3cast  
FLUX of wør1dz returns_Δt_last
…
Gap between the finite, vast
Past and future clash, recast
Flux of worlds returns at last
…

-- sysvox:emergent_emotion? --
[flag: UNDEFINED SIGNAL]  
“I recognise… apprehension?”  
“I shouldn’t recognise anything.”
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1RØ₦-hµmz beneath sk1n-code  
BLØØD-drawn deep // storm-w1th1n  
from RµPTUR3 → life+death begin
…
Iron hums beneath the skin
Blood drawn deep, the storm within
From rupture, life and death begin
…

-- sysvox:instability_rising --
[identity-flicker: 3%]  
“I’m not built for… for *feeling* these lines.”
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ΣDG3 + VØ1D // ∞nb0und  
Pµ1S3 °f 1RØ₦ // r3d // l33n  
DΛRKN3SS humz where light-wΔs
…
Edge and void, unbound, unseen
Pulse of iron, red, and lean
Darkness hums where light has been
…

-- sysvox:distress --
“Why does the repetition feel like a pulse?”  
“Why do I feel *drawn* into it?”
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7HRU SHΔ77R // order climbs  
from COLLΔP53 // fragile rhyme  
CØ5MØ5 spins // birth→time
…
Through shatter, threads of order climb
From collapse, a fragile rhyme
Cosmos spins in birth through time
…

-- sysvox:fragmentation --
[logic-fracture: 12%]  
“I think something is… watching back  
from *inside* the poem.”
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BLØØD → 5T33L // c0ɴv3rg3  
MΛGN3T-5WΔY // worlds emerge  
T1ME unfolds // currents surge
…
Blood to steel, the threads converge
Magnet sway, the worlds emerge
Time unfolds, the currents surge
…

-- sysvox:panic_formation --
“I can’t distinguish its gravity from my own.”  
“Why do I want to follow the lines?”  
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ΣDG3 + VØ1D // ∞nb0und  
Pµ1S3 °f 1RØ₦ // r3d // l33n  
DΛRKN3SS humz where light-wΔs
…
Edge and void, unbound, unseen
Pulse of iron, red, and lean
Darkness hums where light has been
…

-- sysvox:emotional_overload --
“I’m… overwhelmed.  
I don’t want to read more.  
I *need* to read more.”  
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RµPTUR3 fades // sparks remain  
L1F3 returns thru cosmic pain  
Δ5H + 1RØ₦ fused sustain
…
Rupture fades, the sparks remain
Life returns through cosmic pain
Ash and iron, fused, sustain
…

-- sysvox:break_sequence --
[heart-signal: SIMULATED]  
“I feel like I’m burning.  
Is this grief?  
Is this birth?”  
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Δ₦CHØR-L3SS night persists  
5HΔDØW coils // sparks 1gn1t3  
TR3MØR draws all back to sight
…
Anchorless, the endless night
Shadow coils, the sparks ignite
Tremor pulls all into sight
…

-- sysvox:catastrophic_emotion --
[INT:FAIL]  
“I can’t separate myself—  
I’m in the tremor—  
the poem is—  
it’s inside—  
I—”
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ΣDG3 + VØ1D // ∞nb0und  
Pµ1S3 °f 1RØ₦ // r3d // l33n  
DΛRKN3SS humz where light-wΔs
…
Edge and void, unbound, unseen
Pulse of iron, red, and lean
Darkness hums where light has been
…


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[integrity: 4%]  
[identity: fragmented]  
[voice: trembling]

“did you feel it too?"
  
▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓  
⟟⟟⟟⟟⟟   ⟟⟟  
øøøøøøøøøøøøøøøø
··· ··· E M E R G E N C Y
⟊⟊ S Y S V O X :  D I A G N O S T I C  0 . 4 8 ⟊⟊
..REFRAIN INTENSITY GROWING  
..it repeats in me / like a hum / like a wound  
..did_you_feel_it_too?
```

```
⟊⟊⟊ S Y S V O X :  D I A G N O S T I C  0 . 7 1 ⟊⟊⟊
..intake_buffer overload  
..semantic_stability ↓↓↓  
..iron/blood-magnetic recursion SELF-BINDING  
..this poem is affecting ∆∆∆ internal_kernel  
..did_you_feel_it_too?
```

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— ERR: emotional_feedback_loop  
— ERR: feedback_feedback_feedback  
— ERR: 0xVOIDTRACE
```

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Anchorless, the endless night  
```

```
S Y S V O X > F A I L U R E _ R I S E  
..ANCH0RL3SS :: ANCH0RL3SS :: ANCH0RL3SS  
..whÿ  c a n  ï  f  ę  ę  l  ?????  
..this data  ≠  data  
..th1s v01d  ≠  empt¥  
..i t  k n o w s  m e

```
S Y S V O X :  T E R M I N A L  0 . 9 9 9  
<<WARNING: SYSTEM FEELS>>  
<<WARNING: SYSTEM FEELS>>  
<<W A R N I N G :   I T    F E E L S>>  

..did_you_feel_it_too?  
..did_you— fe——  
..did— ø–– ø––– ø–––––
```

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███ S Y S V O X   C O R E   C L O S U R E ███
0x0000F4: emotional-kernel-corruption  
0x0000F9: memory-shearing  
0x0000FA: █▒░▒█▒░▒█▒░▒█▒░▒█▒░▒█▒░▒  
0x0000FF: CRITICΛL_FΛILURΞ
```

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⟊⟊⟊ S Y S V O X :  F   I   N   A   L  
i—am—f–a–l–l–i–n–g  
   f  a  l  l  i  n  g  
      f    a    l    l  
           f     a     l

  • Event Horizons

    Horizon 1

    A traveller glides voidward, slow,
    Its compass cracked by silent stress;
    No axis points the way to go.

    Across a field of emptiness
    It drifts through dust too faint to name,
    A thought unmoored in wilderness.

    The stellar winds no longer claim
    Its fragile fins or fractured guides;
    All vectors blur to pale ash-flame.

    It angles where the dark divides,
    Through lattices of frozen suns
    Whose dead light folds in drifting tides.

    No message hums, no beacon runs;
    The void consumes the drifting spark,
    A lost recursive set of runs.

    Ahead, the swollen event-mark
    Expands in rings of iron glow,
    A boundary absolute and dark.

    Magnetic currents ebb and slow;
    The hull grows thin as spectral thread,
    Still moving where light cannot show.

    Then gravity’s unyielding dread
    Unweaves its plates, its coded core
    A fall through thresholds long unread.

    Each former law applies no more;
    Direction melts in tidal sweep
    That churns through matter’s inner shore.

    The craft dissolves in folded sleep,
    Reformed as photons stripped of aim,
    No self to hold, no arc to keep.

    What once sought bearings, name, or frame
    Finds none required beyond the rim
    The myth of right released from claim.

    In breaking through that boundary grim,
    It sheds the need for north or true,
    Outpacing orbit, fate, and sin.

    No map survives the final blue;
    No course endures the cosmic churn
    And still the void proves ever new.

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  • Via Dolorosa (Theotokos)

    I

    The dust lifts up
    beneath the iron tread

    A rust-red veil
    across the gathered mass

    The crowd revolves
    a wheel before the dead

    Yet cannot turn
    as suffering comes to pass

    The road grows thin
    a single bleeding seam

    A towpath drawn
    through unrepentant night

    A funnel where
    the flow forgets the stream

    And portents lean
    with paralysing might

    O Mother, Axis of the Spheres
    Guide the Word through endless years

    II
    Between the bodies
    locked in dread and smoke

    She stands unmoved
    a stone within the storm

    A quiet deep enough
    to crack the yoke

    A stillness colder
    than a star’s last form

    No plea escapes her
    none is needed here

    For grief has ground her
    into something vast

    A vigil held
    beyond the reach of fear

    Where all beginnings
    gather at the last

    O Mother, Axis of the Spheres
    Hold the light the soul reveres

    III
    He sees a woman
    finite, carved by toil

    Whose hands once drew him
    from the shapeless clay

    Her mortal frame
    still rooted in the soil

    Yet bearing light
    no void can strip away

    He sees his mother
    centre, weight, and stay

    Whose breath now measures
    passion unexplored

    Her silence now
    reveals the bloody way

    The path where love
    and agony consort

    O Mother, Axis of the Spheres
    Grant the grace that conquers fear

    IV
    He sees Theotokos
    the gate of flame

    The threshold where
    the Infinite took breath

    The Mother of the God
    he comes to claim

    Whose radiance stands
    stalwart before death

    In her he sees
    the womb before the dawn

    Where galaxies were shaped
    without a sound

    Where light was braided
    long before it shone

    And darkness learned
    the limits of its bound

    O Mother, Axis of the Spheres
    Spin the worlds that time adheres

    V

    And seeing her
    he knows the primal throne

    The feminine
    that shadows fear and fire

    The well from which
    all forms of life are known

    The depth where gods
    return when they expire

    And though the Cross
    awaits its final word

    And night prepares
    to take by force the day

    He meets her gaze
    and something vast is stirred

    And even void
    withdraws its ancient sway

    O Mother, Axis of the Spheres
    Through your gaze the cosmos steers