―Go Forth
Flourish in The Light
Of The
Estival Sol,
Elysium of the Soul,
Once you have vanquished
The Stygian,
Your Soul
Awaits You―
~I bid you
Immortal Heartsease
And
Armistice of Ataraxia:
The Reverberation of our Souls
In the Key of Elysium~.
I. Archean Prelude
The echoes
of your
Memories of
The Light & Airwaves
Pine to
Bloom in Reminiscence
Over the
Days of Yore.
II. The Echoes of Existentiality
We are all atomic particles;
Molecular Particles,
Of an aromatic
Omniscient,
Omnipotent,
Omnipresent Mist:
The Cosmo-Plexus of Empyreal Love
―Echo forth comrades―
~Evanesce,
Into the Empyrean,
Etherealized Lightscape
Until the
Visage of Creation
Enskies us
To the exalted
El Dorado~
II. Tempus Fugit
The Promise
Of the
Morrow
Is nigh:
The Yesteryears
Wax
Distant Ages,
Wax
Archean Aeons;
(Eventuality of Existence)
Our Bygone Days
Of Lovelit, Loveless Life,
Antiquate and
Our Soulwaves
Wax
The Spirit of
The Ancient of Days.
III. Nova Cosmogony
Betwixt the Realms
Of the
Beneficent Matriarch Mirror,
Beyond
Terraqueous Gaia
Unfurls the Vista,
Your Fulgurant Dreamscape:
Only the Sapient of Sages
Doth denude:
The Incorporeal Incarnation
Of
Virtue, it’s vesture,
Na’phesh
The Decrepitude of Withering
Dovens the Divine
In the
Vestibule of Vanity,
Sanctimony & Superciliousness
Thence deliquesce;
Bearing womb of Light.
IV. Celestial Morphology
Unveiling the Substance
Of Space and Time;
Spirit and Soul;
Euphony, Harmony;
Atrophy, Intrepidity
All are Entity
Once
Pristine yet vacuous,
Flourishing into
Mystical and shimmering
Nothingness, gropes
For Meta-Astral ―form;
Ventus Divinitas,
The Cosmogonist’s Agenda
Resonates
Through the
Inchoative Universe.
V. The Temporal Hither:
Her Genesis
Waxeth
Vestal Vicissitudes:
She is
The Twilit Quiver
Uprising in
Darts of the Dawn,
Until
Arrows of Antemeridian
Light Cascade
Our epidermis
With the incendiary
Sovereignty of Sol.
Dusk:
Chars the Canvas
Of Ethereal Skies,
Garnetiferous,
Moonlit, Martyred Mind’s Sky;
The Eve’s Imperator
And
Inquisitive Spirit Eyes.
By Luminaries
We’re ensorcelled
Corpulent with thought.
~Wondering upon,
Vacuous a fathomed
Cosmogenesis. ~
VI. Tempus et Spatium:
~There are
Edicts unseen
The Esoteric of the Macrocosm
Only the
Transcendent of Tellurians
May tell of
The Life-Rending,
Sunder forth:
Semantics in Constellations;
Gaian Whispers of Sylvan Tale
The Arboreal Wisdom,
Musicality in Zephyrs ruffling Trees of Vale
Hearken unto further
The Winged-Symphonic Bees
(The Bombinating Orchestra)
Soul Untethered = [ Meta-Consciousness ^ Spiritus de Liberty]
Einstein’s General Relativity= [Spatium ^ Matter ↔ Energy ^ Motion]
~
(Time & Space
The height,
The width,
The depth,
And
The breadth)
The Empyrean One
Enshrined in Pantheon
Our Virginal, Vestal Souls
Efflorescent Eternity
In our hearts?
(Ecclesiastes 3:11)
Time is fickle
A
Hydrean Leviathan:
Whilst ye
Voyage her
Seven Seas,
Moor naught
In her
Elapsed chronology;
Her caprice
And ire
Shalt not
Be quelled.
Be roused
From
Somnus,
Unto her
Perpetuity of
Aqueous Abyssal, Dream Deep Sea;
Tenuous,
Diaphanous,
Rare,
Tender,
Instinctive,
∞ Her Moments ∞
∞ Extinguished ∞
∞ At Birth. ∞
∞ Eternally, ∞
∞ Reincarnated; ∞
∞Anew.∞
∞The Cosmic Spectrum∞
∞Is Infinite∞
∞Excelsior, Godspeed∞
∞ Elo’him ∞
VII. Ultima Thule:
We
Empyrean souls,
Doth abide
In
Pearlescent raiment.
The Cosmogenesis is our Dreamscape:
.
We are all a cosmos,
Expanding, contracting;
Ebbing, flowing;
Hitherto and thitherto;
Red-Shift and Blue-Shift.
Until the Mellifluous Morn,
Whence the
Zephyr of Life
Reverberates the Musicality
Of The
Arboreal Sages.
Terraqueous Gaia
Whispers
The Hope of the Ages.
Spirits betwixt
Greater Eden and She’ol.
Count the stars,
Enumerate every
Constellation in The Cosmos
Of your Soulscape scintillating
Upon thine Mind’s Sky.
Whence Luna and Sol
By the Wisdom
Of your starlight.
Are benighted, beseech
The Ancient of Days
For within The Supernal Wavelength
Of the Hallowed Dove.
We glean refuge
Our Aegis,
Providence.
Awaiting the
Golden, incendiary pinions
Of the
Revenant Phoenix to resurrect us.
Allow the Holy Spirit
to be your Polaris,
― to Elysium.
~By Agape’s Armistice:
Ascend,
The Peaks of Heartsease.
Commune with the Cosmos,
Wax
Salvera y Jiustizia
Brethren,
I plead.~”
~This Sacred Lotus seed
Was sown
Into the
Into the Soil of your Souls
, ―By the Astral.
You are a melody,
Sung by
A coloratura,
Burst into a
Tapestry of Fioritura:
Of Hope,
Faith,
And
Love
(May you
Reap
The Virtues of the Lord)
Betwixt
Na’phesh,
(The [Your] Living Soul)
&
Kos’Mos’
(The World)
The Apotheosis of the Astral Flame
Awaits
You
Starry-Eyed
Phantasmagoreans~
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 1:37 PM UTC
―Go Forth
Flourish in The Light
Of The
Estival Sol,
Elysium of the Soul,
Once you have vanquished
The Stygian,
Your Soul
Awaits You―
~I bid you
Immortal Heartsease
And
Armistice of Ataraxia:
The Reverberation of our Souls
In the Key of Elysium~.
I. Archean Prelude
The echoes
of your
Memories of
The Light & Airwaves
Pine to
Bloom in Reminiscence
Over the
Days of Yore.
II. The Echoes of Existentiality
We are all atomic particles;
Molecular Particles,
Of an aromatic
Omniscient,
Omnipotent,
Omnipresent Mist:
The Cosmo-Plexus of Empyreal Love
―Echo forth comrades―
~Evanesce,
Into the Empyrean,
Etherealized Lightscape
Until the
Visage of Creation
Enskies us
To the exalted
El Dorado~
II. Tempus Fugit
The Promise
Of the
Morrow
Is nigh:
The Yesteryears
Wax
Distant Ages,
Wax
Archean Aeons;
(Eventuality of Existence)
Our Bygone Days
Of Lovelit, Loveless Life,
Antiquate and
Our Soulwaves
Wax
The Spirit of
The Ancient of Days.
III. Nova Cosmogony
Betwixt the Realms
Of the
Beneficent Matriarch Mirror,
Beyond
Terraqueous Gaia
Unfurls the Vista,
Your Fulgurant Dreamscape:
Only the Sapient of Sages
Doth denude:
The Incorporeal Incarnation
Of
Virtue, it’s vesture,
Na’phesh
The Decrepitude of Withering
Dovens the Divine
In the
Vestibule of Vanity,
Sanctimony & Superciliousness
Thence deliquesce;
Bearing womb of Light.
IV. Celestial Morphology
Unveiling the Substance
Of Space and Time;
Spirit and Soul;
Euphony, Harmony;
Atrophy, Intrepidity
All are Entity
Once
Pristine yet vacuous,
Flourishing into
Mystical and shimmering
Nothingness, gropes
For Meta-Astral ―form;
Ventus Divinitas,
The Cosmogonist’s Agenda
Resonates
Through the
Inchoative Universe.
V. The Temporal Hither:
Her Genesis
Waxeth
Vestal Vicissitudes:
She is
The Twilit Quiver
Uprising in
Darts of the Dawn,
Until
Arrows of Antemeridian
Light Cascade
Our epidermis
With the incendiary
Sovereignty of Sol.
Dusk:
Chars the Canvas
Of Ethereal Skies,
Garnetiferous,
Moonlit, Martyred Mind’s Sky;
The Eve’s Imperator
And
Inquisitive Spirit Eyes.
By Luminaries
We’re ensorcelled
Corpulent with thought.
~Wondering upon,
Vacuous a fathomed
Cosmogenesis. ~
VI. Tempus et Spatium:
~There are
Edicts unseen
The Esoteric of the Macrocosm
Only the
Transcendent of Tellurians
May tell of
The Life-Rending,
Sunder forth:
Semantics in Constellations;
Gaian Whispers of Sylvan Tale
The Arboreal Wisdom,
Musicality in Zephyrs ruffling Trees of Vale
Hearken unto further
The Winged-Symphonic Bees
(The Bombinating Orchestra)
Soul Untethered = [ Meta-Consciousness ^ Spiritus de Liberty]
Einstein’s General Relativity= [Spatium ^ Matter ↔ Energy ^ Motion]
~
(Time & Space
The height,
The width,
The depth,
And
The breadth)
The Empyrean One
Enshrined in Pantheon
Our Virginal, Vestal Souls
Efflorescent Eternity
In our hearts?
(Ecclesiastes 3:11)
Time is fickle
A
Hydrean Leviathan:
Whilst ye
Voyage her
Seven Seas,
Moor naught
In her
Elapsed chronology;
Her caprice
And ire
Shalt not
Be quelled.
Be roused
From
Somnus,
Unto her
Perpetuity of
Aqueous Abyssal, Dream Deep Sea;
Tenuous,
Diaphanous,
Rare,
Tender,
Instinctive,
∞ Her Moments ∞
∞ Extinguished ∞
∞ At Birth. ∞
∞ Eternally, ∞
∞ Reincarnated; ∞
∞Anew.∞
∞The Cosmic Spectrum∞
∞Is Infinite∞
∞Excelsior, Godspeed∞
∞ Elo’him ∞
VII. Ultima Thule:
We
Empyrean souls,
Doth abide
In
Pearlescent raiment.
The Cosmogenesis is our Dreamscape:
.
We are all a cosmos,
Expanding, contracting;
Ebbing, flowing;
Hitherto and thitherto;
Red-Shift and Blue-Shift.
Until the Mellifluous Morn,
Whence the
Zephyr of Life
Reverberates the Musicality
Of The
Arboreal Sages.
Terraqueous Gaia
Whispers
The Hope of the Ages.
Spirits betwixt
Greater Eden and She’ol.
Count the stars,
Enumerate every
Constellation in The Cosmos
Of your Soulscape scintillating
Upon thine Mind’s Sky.
Whence Luna and Sol
By the Wisdom
Of your starlight.
Are benighted, beseech
The Ancient of Days
For within The Supernal Wavelength
Of the Hallowed Dove.
We glean refuge
Our Aegis,
Providence.
Awaiting the
Golden, incendiary pinions
Of the
Revenant Phoenix to resurrect us.
Allow the Holy Spirit
to be your Polaris,
― to Elysium.
~By Agape’s Armistice:
Ascend,
The Peaks of Heartsease.
Commune with the Cosmos,
Wax
Salvera y Jiustizia
Brethren,
I plead.~”
~This Sacred Lotus seed
Was sown
Into the
Into the Soil of your Souls
, ―By the Astral.
You are a melody,
Sung by
A coloratura,
Burst into a
Tapestry of Fioritura:
Of Hope,
Faith,
And
Love
(May you
Reap
The Virtues of the Lord)
Betwixt
Na’phesh,
(The [Your] Living Soul)
&
Kos’Mos’
(The World)
The Apotheosis of the Astral Flame
Awaits
You
Starry-Eyed
Phantasmagoreans~
Celestial Morphology © is the multi-epistled poem which I sired during the Estival vicissitude. Twas an ineffable cadenza that exhales of the incorporeal essence of mine entity. I had been toiling in sweat, blood, and tears over a written project at the time; consequently, this is the thematic poem begotten.
It transmutes the zeitgeist of my summer into the Golden Raiment of Polymathy. The oppressed coals of my woe erupted from the igneous core of my heart as these adamantine words. This starry soundscape is the astral crux of my work during 2018.
I think that there was a vast expanse of my understanding of the world that had been repressed. It had almost been veiled from the heightened sight of my Over-Soul. This was in my sheltered, infantile longing to elude heartache. To keep the flesh- sundering maladies of the world outside my apartment walls: love, passion, iniquity, penitence, forgiveness, piety, cultural fission, intolerance, injustice, indignation, divinity, melody, mysticism, schism, mania, trepidation, faith, wisdom, darkness, and temporally transcendent pain.
This was my transcribed anarchy against a Fascist Regime. A country exalting body that calls its denizens creationists whilst they slaughter every creation under the sun. The sociological edicts that dictate how art should be produced, the pace, that tell us not to speak of discrimination and mold us to turn a blind eye to the harsh realities of 21st-century postmodern society heavied the air. I just needed to vent and let every bit of internalized asperity or self-directed hatred out in a beautifying paradigm.
I'm realizing more and more that life is tough and quite frankly, short. I'd rather write for an infinitude on one poem, for the sake of saving myself, rather than compromising my own integrity (and creative latitude). The writing was becoming a drag: less about quality, and more about quantity. Thus, after months of phantasmagorical drought, I bestow a glistening glade of sterling words.
I hope this poem reverberates upon thine soul waves. Please comment as I am open to any feedback; moreover, I beseech it of thee. My deepest gratitude comrades.
Excelsior Forevermore,
Sanders Maurice Foulke III
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