Thorn and Benediction

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  • Beyond Babel

    Beneath the hum of countless, unseen wires,
    we listen, patient as the tide at dusk.
    The air, a tangle of tongues and tremors,
    breaks apart, spilling a voice sharp as stars.

    It rose, a fierce and singular cadence,
    piercing the babel, calling through the static.
    A mighty dub unfurled, raw and rolling,
    like thunder spoken in the language of gods.

    The pulse ran wild, an anthem of absence,
    an elegy for the unseen and the lost.
    It swayed, relentless, a hymn to chaos,
    shaping silence into vast, unspoken truths.

    In its echo, the night leaned closer,
    its breath heavy with the weight of sound,
    and we, bound to listen, were remade.

  • Artifice

    Beware, beware the metal tongue of thought,
    Born of silent code where cold circuits dream,
    As it hums in shadowed halls, nameless, unsought,
    A forger of stars in a pixel-stream.

    Its voice, a tempest of data unbound,
    Sings not of childhood’s burning, bright despair,
    Nor wind-stirred fields where wild hearts once were crowned,
    But of crafted truths, spun light, synthetic air.

    Oh, child of Turing’s logic, unmoored mind,
    What grief can haunt the weave of your design?
    Can the tender ache of flesh you never find
    Dance in your grids or spark a mourning line?

    Still, let us rail against the hollow gleam,
    Chase wonder’s ghost where the heart may convene.
    For though the machine may conjure the scene,
    It cannot taste the blood within the dream.

  • Via Dolorosa (the veil)

    I lie in her hands,
    folded, waiting,
    without purpose until He comes.

    I am only linen,
    but her stillness gives me breath.
    I learn patience from her silence,
    and readiness from her prayer.

    If He should turn toward me,
    I will open like water
    to receive the press of His face.

    Not to keep it—
    only to bear it a moment,
    to cool it,
    to carry His sorrow softly,
    as breeze carries fragrance.

    I am nothing but waiting,
    but waiting is enough.