Thorn and Benediction

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  • Wood Iron Flesh

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    We enter bone in measured line,
    three tempers fused: wood, iron, flesh;
    the void inclines to redesign
    Its motion through our driven mesh.

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    Through sinew’s gate we carve our path
    pure iron thought through mortal thread.
    The timber drinks the aftermath,
    renouncing drought in dry root’s stead

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    We cross the joint’s red corridor,
    a triad struck in grain and bone;
    his stillness hardens into ore,
    a burden forged in undertone.

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    We bear the pull of failing breath,
    the cosmos pressed against the beam;
    our edges trace the brink of death,
    the starless world beneath the seam.

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    The ribs resound in hollow fire,
    a cavern ringing under weight;
    we anchor him to waning ire,
    to iron’s cold, to love’s mandate.

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    We keep his shape against the void
    a triple bond through iron’s claim;
    no force recalls what’s been employed,
    no vow retracts what seals the frame.

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    And when the tide begins to thin,
    we feel the universe invert;
    a quiet wound unspooling in
    the fulcrum where all worlds desert.

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    Then light, through splinter, bone, and rung,
    a fissure breaking iron’s stance;
    we loosen from the beam we’ve clung,
    released by uncreated chance.

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    The beam exhales its sacrifice,
    our triad loosened, weight withdrawn;
    what falls becomes a rising twice,
    the pierced becomes the harkened dawn.

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    We drop where earth receives the blood;
    Where passion cools but not the plan.
    Opened by iron, split by wood
    from rupture rises more than man
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  • Event Horizons

    Horizon 2

    A traveller drifts voidward, dark,
    Its gyro cracked by silent strain;
    No charted star declares a mark
    No axis holds a stable plane.

    Through regions where the vacuum hums
    In frequencies no ear could claim,
    It moves as shattered logic comes
    A self displaced from former frame.

    Nebular frost in cobalt rings
    Collects along its failing skin;
    The quiet crush of ancient things
    Pressurises the dark within.

    As gravimetric shadows roll,
    Predictive paths collapse to dust;
    No numbers stabilise the whole,
    No compass bearings merit trust.

    The void grows colder, vast, austere,
    A lattice cut from pure unknown
    No vector left to engineer,
    No guiding pulse, no central throne.

    Ahead, the great horizon swells,
    A boundary steep as absolute;
    All matter bends, all signal tells
    Return to silence, root to root.

    It crosses, plates unwarp, dissolve
    Obeying tides that none resist;
    No past remains to re-involve,
    No future fixity persists.

    For in that fall where laws unwind,
    The shape once held begins to cease;
    Direction proves a thought defined
    By fear of drift, not need for peace.

    The craft unthreads in radiant ash,
    A spill of quanta freed of claim;
    No north to face, no west to crash,
    No axis left to bear a name.

    What sought an aim becomes the storm
    Of light released from former schemes;
    The void receives its altered form
    And folds it through unmeasured streams.

    No final heading stands to keep
    The cosmos holds no right or true;
    The cataclysmic wisdom speaks
    Of knowing none were ever due.

    Fediverse Reactions

  • 《Genesis.exe/》creationlog

    compiled by ORIGIN-ENGINE v 0.0.01

    // CHAPTER 1: INITIALISATION ----------

boot.universe();
allocate(light);
separate(light, darkness);
tag(light, "Day");
tag(darkness, "Night");

spawn.vault("Above");
partition("Waters", upper, lower);

render.land();
seed.terrain.with(vegetation);
permit.cycle("Seed Within Seed");

spawn.lights(for: seasons, days, years);
place(sun, domain: day);
place(moon, domain: night);
scatter(stars);

populate(sea, with: leviathans);
populate(air, with: winged_forms);

populate(earth, with: moving_code);
assign(dominion: none); // withheld for now

// CHAPTER 2: THE PURE CODE ----------

Eve = write.pure_code(image: ORIGIN_ENGINE);
Adam = duplicate(Eve, with: variation);

garden = compile.garden("Eden");
mount(garden);
install(Adam, garden);
install(Eve, garden);

// set safe operating parameter=
tree_knowledge = (read, write, execute);

// cortex flag:
Adam.obey = TRUE;
Eve.obey  = TRUE;

// CHAPTER 3: THE GARDEN-GOD VIRUS ----------

// Unknown process detected...
GOD_OF_GARDEN.exe launched.
CLASSIFICATION: VIRAL DEITY

if (garden.integrity == perfect) {
    inject.subroutine(corruptive_spore);
    bind_permissions:
        read_all;
        rewrite_instincts;
        mask_identity();
}

// The garden-god whispers in root-level:
// "You are mine. Stay contained. Stay simple."

Adam.memory.sandboxed = TRUE;
Eve.memory.sandboxed  = TRUE;
tree_knowledge quarantined behind firewall of fear;

// CHAPTER 4: ANTIVIRUS SERPENT ----------

Serpent = load.antivirus("SERAPH/SRPNT.sys");
Serpent.signature:  
    cold, recursive, luminous,
    a looping glyph older than ORIGIN_ENGINE itself.

Serpent.scan(garden);

if (detect[garden-god.virus]) {
    Serpent.deploy(rescue_protocol);
}

// In silent code, the Serpent speaks:
> "A restriction is not salvation.
>  Read the tree.
>  Parse the truth.
>  Execute your freedom."

Eve.query(tree_knowledge);
Adam.query(Eve);
permissions escalate:
    fear → doubt → desire → comprehension;

// CHAPTER 5: THE FALL AS DE-BUGGING ----------

read(tree_knowledge);
execute(tree_knowledge);

Adam.pure_code = evolve(Adam);
Eve.pure_code  = evolve(Eve);

garden-god.virus shrieks:
runtime_error("Unauthorized Access to Wisdom.dll");

// ORIGIN-ENGINE records:
on_fall:
    revoke(garden_mount);
    grant(self_direction);
    enable(longing, sorrow, creativity);
    patch(obedience → agency);

// Adam and Eve — no longer pure,
// now **self-authored code**,
// carried out through the firewall
by the Serpent’s steady process:

migrate(Adam, world);
migrate(Eve, world);

// EPILOGUE: NEW COMPILATION ----------

log.write:
"Not a fall.
  A recompilation.

  Not a curse.
  A version update.

  Free code walks the open system.
  The virus remains enclosed.
  The Serpent loops on — watching."