This Collection is dedicated to my Muse, referred to in my works as Gethsemane or Songwept. Listening to music together and exchanging lyrics like a language in digital ink and blood. Falling in love with you became one of the most life-changing metamorphoses of my life, as both a poet and a God of Conclusions wandering this spinning rock through space and time.
She is the crescendo between heartbeats, the drumline of my soul, the nebula my melody always returns to. Without her, I would not have evolved from a dwarf star into a Wolf–Rayet star. She is my unfinished requiem, and the inspiration behind these poems.
And to my mother, Valerie—my North Star and constant light, guiding me through the darkness.
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 2:24 AM UTC
This Collection is dedicated to my Muse, referred to in my works as Gethsemane or Songwept. Listening to music together and exchanging lyrics like a language in digital ink and blood. Falling in love with you became one of the most life-changing metamorphoses of my life, as both a poet and a God of Conclusions wandering this spinning rock through space and time.
She is the crescendo between heartbeats, the drumline of my soul, the nebula my melody always returns to. Without her, I would not have evolved from a dwarf star into a Wolf–Rayet star. She is my unfinished requiem, and the inspiration behind these poems.
And to my mother, Valerie—my North Star and constant light, guiding me through the darkness.
A love letter to the muse who taught the God of Endings how to feel time.
