#cosmogony - Hello Poetry

the dream is dreaming itself, we are its subjects the mysterious writing of life, its ellusive quest an inflationary expansion was deleting its traces zero degree of consciousness in a moving aliveness strange rhythms around and strange qualia there were attributes without letters at first before a predicate turned into subject life othering itself into much more in its own image life was chatting with itself before the knower and the known spinning the seeds of time, change: its true substance I am you and you are me but we need a symmetry break for the dawn of mind, the other of the body so much was already done since life was rehearsing for eons its scripture, forms of habit, viable conventions processing its otherness relentlessly mind is this forest-creature exulting, hiding, defending, breaking down, screaming, expulsing, recomposing, sprouting light and lightning the very first thoughts traversed the barrier of vibrant void their binding a translation of a body in time, a future storyteller pure movement the nature of space, the wonder of above and bellow the first qualia, tension and intensity, an unstructured flow of frequencies, a cascade of warmth, fullness, emptiness, a body discovering herself, her unbearable, her rapture, the feeling of being the centre is everywhere expanding, accelerating a creative chaos thinking was just waking in the field of a dreaming body thoughts needed to outgrow slowly their skin of imaginary beings then again and again dreaming keeps decomposing the already thoughts trapped in their echo chambers, their networked cocoons circle our certainties a thought needs to die to create another, a sacrifice to the god of the unknown oh how many deaths we have already died recomposed only by dreaming, the solvent from which reality is born intensively your body is translating feeling into dreaming, extensively the mind is dislocating dreaming into thinking whille a distant star is crushing itself, love rehearses its gravity, death is saturated by its own dismay perhaps poetry is this witness of silent cosmogonies

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Feb 14, 2025

Feb 14, 2025 at 2:56 PM UTC

irinia

cosmogonies

the dream is dreaming itself, we are its subjects the mysterious writing of life, its ellusive quest an inflationary expansion was deleting its traces zero degree of consciousness in a moving aliveness strange rhythms around and strange qualia there were attributes without letters at first before a predicate turned into subject life othering itself into much more in its own image life was chatting with itself before the knower and the known spinning the seeds of time, change: its true substance I am you and you are me but we need a symmetry break for the dawn of mind, the other of the body so much was already done since life was rehearsing for eons its scripture, forms of habit, viable conventions processing its otherness relentlessly mind is this forest-creature exulting, hiding, defending, breaking down, screaming, expulsing, recomposing, sprouting light and lightning the very first thoughts traversed the barrier of vibrant void their binding a translation of a body in time, a future storyteller pure movement the nature of space, the wonder of above and bellow the first qualia, tension and intensity, an unstructured flow of frequencies, a cascade of warmth, fullness, emptiness, a body discovering herself, her unbearable, her rapture, the feeling of being the centre is everywhere expanding, accelerating a creative chaos thinking was just waking in the field of a dreaming body thoughts needed to outgrow slowly their skin of imaginary beings then again and again dreaming keeps decomposing the already thoughts trapped in their echo chambers, their networked cocoons circle our certainties a thought needs to die to create another, a sacrifice to the god of the unknown oh how many deaths we have already died recomposed only by dreaming, the solvent from which reality is born intensively your body is translating feeling into dreaming, extensively the mind is dislocating dreaming into thinking whille a distant star is crushing itself, love rehearses its gravity, death is saturated by its own dismay perhaps poetry is this witness of silent cosmogonies

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Métis, Themis, Ma’at, their banter was for naught. All the tides and tithings wisdoms and their teachings, Daemonium forgot! But the heavens cry manna as Nix cried out reprieve! An act that loosed the flood, the chaos of her sea. Her pain arose a champion to tend to all her needs, Formed of Celestial Ocean he bore down on the freed. A giant wave of madness, thrusting mist of sadness eradicating gladness... One led the ruthless breed. Opaque in their beginning, formless shapes in twining. Conjoined but not together, accompanied the weather. Thalassa’s stringy tether wrapped them all forever. Come or go in seasons, live or die in age. No Spring to Fall in reasons, travailing of the mage? Black tentacles the streamers, rooted into wave. Witness the all-wise and snaking phantom phage... Chiron watches while he prances, his dressage on the shore. Arising liminal of beings wettened ambiguity of yore. Even Iblis is impressed, such black rotten to the core! Merkabah or egg, mountain, belly, tree they squabble. All elements do I cobble, such are actions of the wobble.

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Jul 16, 2016

Jul 16, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC

david-john-mowers

The Flood

Métis, Themis, Ma’at, their banter was for naught. All the tides and tithings wisdoms and their teachings, Daemonium forgot! But the heavens cry manna as Nix cried out reprieve! An act that loosed the flood, the chaos of her sea. Her pain arose a champion to tend to all her needs, Formed of Celestial Ocean he bore down on the freed. A giant wave of madness, thrusting mist of sadness eradicating gladness... One led the ruthless breed. Opaque in their beginning, formless shapes in twining. Conjoined but not together, accompanied the weather. Thalassa’s stringy tether wrapped them all forever. Come or go in seasons, live or die in age. No Spring to Fall in reasons, travailing of the mage? Black tentacles the streamers, rooted into wave. Witness the all-wise and snaking phantom phage... Chiron watches while he prances, his dressage on the shore. Arising liminal of beings wettened ambiguity of yore. Even Iblis is impressed, such black rotten to the core! Merkabah or egg, mountain, belly, tree they squabble. All elements do I cobble, such are actions of the wobble.

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* Phae, light phoe·nix /ˈfēniks/ Nix, night **...burning itself on a funeral pyre and rising from the ashes with renewed youth to live through another cycle. -a person or thing regarded as uniquely remarkable in some respect.** Joseph Campbell The Sun on it's daily journey rises with shining rays upon it's sides at the horizon; the wings. The Sun is symbolically an Eagle who rises at dawn and soars the day until time for rest. The Hero's journey is based on these movements. ⁽ᑫᵘᵃᵐ ˢᵘᵘˢ ˢᵉⁿˢᶦᵗ⁾ PHOENIX Night and Day combined in a cycle denoting the Sun's journey. ⁻ᴵᵇᶦᵈ I am born again so I must journey, Paused in a trepidation noon to my respite, Moon she follows me spirit sends my sojourn, I burn on horizon my form to ashes, Tested by the darkness lair of that beast. Eclipsing the New Moon broken her to pieces. Followed by the dark By my vanquished foe! I arise anew, again Dawn, day, dusk, night. Naivete The Fall Ashes Katabasis Tribulation Rebirth Enlightenment/Ascension King 8 OGDOAD Og(cK): aga/okto/octo Eight ⁻ˢᵘᵐᵉʳᶦᵃⁿ/ᴳʳᵉᵉᵏ/ᴸᵃᵗᶦⁿ Do(u)/ At: place of serpents Place, temple/serpent, snake ⁻ˢᵘᵐᵉʳᶦᵃⁿ/ᴱᵍʸᵖᵗᶦᵃⁿ The place of Serpents Council of Eight Serpentine Gods Duat Heaven(s) The eight unknown actions -deities of elemental materials Vasus ⁻ᴴᶦⁿᵈᵘ Sun Sky Moon Stars Night Weather Water Nature A PILLAR DJED pillar/spine ...connected to the serpent upon the rise. THE DRAGON'S MOUTH SPEWS FORTH FIRE 6 The fire of the Sun- THE DRAGON IS WISE/ALL-KNOWING WITH A KEEN GAZE For the Moon is thought- ⁻ᴴᵉʳᵐᵉˢ/⁻ᴳʳᵉᵉᵏ ⁻ᴴᵒʳ⁻ᵐᵃˢ/⁻ᴱᵍʸᵖᵗᶦᵃⁿ And Charon means keen gazer- ⁻ᴳʳᵉᵉᵏ INSIDE HIS WINGS ARE EYES, MANY EYES -stars- Gigi Ig-gigi Eyes, many eyes- ⁻ˢᵘᵐᵉʳᶦᵃⁿ BES A beast made up of animal parts- ...parts of the Zodiac/the animal circus ⁻ᴱᵍʸᵖᵗᶦᵃⁿ ZU-Bird Zu ⁻ˢᵘᵐᵉʳᶦᵃⁿ SOKAR So ⁻ᴱᵍʸᵖᵗᶦᵃⁿ *Zu-So:/ˈzō/sō/; Action/the sigil of Saturn, a repeated action: -actions that repeat 8 ⁻ˢᵘᵐᵉʳᶦᵃⁿ <A FOURTH ALBUM WITH FOUR TITLES> 8 *KRONOS ⁻ᴳʳᵉᵉᵏ SET ⁻ᴱᵍʸᵖᵗᶦᵃⁿ Saturn ⁻ˢᵘᵐᵉʳᶦᵃⁿ 8 ...and his number is Eight... ...eight turned sideways is, t i m e OG r e p e a t s I N F I N I T Y

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Feb 8, 2018

Feb 8, 2018 at 6:34 PM UTC

david-john-mowers

Phoenix(notes)

* Phae, light phoe·nix /ˈfēniks/ Nix, night **...burning itself on a funeral pyre and rising from the ashes with renewed youth to live through another cycle. -a person or thing regarded as uniquely remarkable in some respect.** Joseph Campbell The Sun on it's daily journey rises with shining rays upon it's sides at the horizon; the wings. The Sun is symbolically an Eagle who rises at dawn and soars the day until time for rest. The Hero's journey is based on these movements. ⁽ᑫᵘᵃᵐ ˢᵘᵘˢ ˢᵉⁿˢᶦᵗ⁾ PHOENIX Night and Day combined in a cycle denoting the Sun's journey. ⁻ᴵᵇᶦᵈ I am born again so I must journey, Paused in a trepidation noon to my respite, Moon she follows me spirit sends my sojourn, I burn on horizon my form to ashes, Tested by the darkness lair of that beast. Eclipsing the New Moon broken her to pieces. Followed by the dark By my vanquished foe! I arise anew, again Dawn, day, dusk, night. Naivete The Fall Ashes Katabasis Tribulation Rebirth Enlightenment/Ascension King 8 OGDOAD Og(cK): aga/okto/octo Eight ⁻ˢᵘᵐᵉʳᶦᵃⁿ/ᴳʳᵉᵉᵏ/ᴸᵃᵗᶦⁿ Do(u)/ At: place of serpents Place, temple/serpent, snake ⁻ˢᵘᵐᵉʳᶦᵃⁿ/ᴱᵍʸᵖᵗᶦᵃⁿ The place of Serpents Council of Eight Serpentine Gods Duat Heaven(s) The eight unknown actions -deities of elemental materials Vasus ⁻ᴴᶦⁿᵈᵘ Sun Sky Moon Stars Night Weather Water Nature A PILLAR DJED pillar/spine ...connected to the serpent upon the rise. THE DRAGON'S MOUTH SPEWS FORTH FIRE 6 The fire of the Sun- THE DRAGON IS WISE/ALL-KNOWING WITH A KEEN GAZE For the Moon is thought- ⁻ᴴᵉʳᵐᵉˢ/⁻ᴳʳᵉᵉᵏ ⁻ᴴᵒʳ⁻ᵐᵃˢ/⁻ᴱᵍʸᵖᵗᶦᵃⁿ And Charon means keen gazer- ⁻ᴳʳᵉᵉᵏ INSIDE HIS WINGS ARE EYES, MANY EYES -stars- Gigi Ig-gigi Eyes, many eyes- ⁻ˢᵘᵐᵉʳᶦᵃⁿ BES A beast made up of animal parts- ...parts of the Zodiac/the animal circus ⁻ᴱᵍʸᵖᵗᶦᵃⁿ ZU-Bird Zu ⁻ˢᵘᵐᵉʳᶦᵃⁿ SOKAR So ⁻ᴱᵍʸᵖᵗᶦᵃⁿ *Zu-So:/ˈzō/sō/; Action/the sigil of Saturn, a repeated action: -actions that repeat 8 ⁻ˢᵘᵐᵉʳᶦᵃⁿ <A FOURTH ALBUM WITH FOUR TITLES> 8 *KRONOS ⁻ᴳʳᵉᵉᵏ SET ⁻ᴱᵍʸᵖᵗᶦᵃⁿ Saturn ⁻ˢᵘᵐᵉʳᶦᵃⁿ 8 ...and his number is Eight... ...eight turned sideways is, t i m e OG r e p e a t s I N F I N I T Y

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Mother spinster’s sporcy spindle spaed a specious spider splenetically spinning a sparkling specimen of the spired and spherically eggish; still though spinose although sporadic, seemingly soft, deceivingly so, sacred, secret special place to stave off such besetments! Her enchantment’s curse, no less the worse, arachnid terse in webs of verse, or plainly verse we shall rehearse from high above to stage below or thought to hanging from strangely gallows, the sickly web a trap thus cloven of heaven’s weaver said to woven in all her life never betrothen, she cast aside all such resentments! And so Old Mother Hubbard then went to the cupboard speaking her cursed ways… Along came Ariadne, the spider beside thee, winding her spinning, pointing thus pinning upon her the blame for all days. With no voice to speak, evading flood did she seek, a way up from the sea on the laurels of Mother’s uprooted tree. So was it ended, uprooted, upended, the guilt, blame and controversy. Umun-Hubbur, Humwawa, Humbaba, star-weaver and Hubbard and Ariadne!

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Jun 6, 2016

Jun 6, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC

david-john-mowers

Older Than the Oldest

Mother spinster’s sporcy spindle spaed a specious spider splenetically spinning a sparkling specimen of the spired and spherically eggish; still though spinose although sporadic, seemingly soft, deceivingly so, sacred, secret special place to stave off such besetments! Her enchantment’s curse, no less the worse, arachnid terse in webs of verse, or plainly verse we shall rehearse from high above to stage below or thought to hanging from strangely gallows, the sickly web a trap thus cloven of heaven’s weaver said to woven in all her life never betrothen, she cast aside all such resentments! And so Old Mother Hubbard then went to the cupboard speaking her cursed ways… Along came Ariadne, the spider beside thee, winding her spinning, pointing thus pinning upon her the blame for all days. With no voice to speak, evading flood did she seek, a way up from the sea on the laurels of Mother’s uprooted tree. So was it ended, uprooted, upended, the guilt, blame and controversy. Umun-Hubbur, Humwawa, Humbaba, star-weaver and Hubbard and Ariadne!

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Villain villainous vicarious, voracious or a vorate, a Vulcan hell, a chthonic well, Megaron or substrate, we find ourselves imagining some patterns in the stars, with characters traveling -across this field of view of ours. One will often contemplate the possibilities, of all the fancied origins, of life in heaven's seas, did Kronos eat the five they say? Or does the day disguise them? Perhaps he eats them every night, as they dip on the horizon!

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Jun 6, 2016

Jun 6, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC

david-john-mowers

The Wheeling Cavern

Villain villainous vicarious, voracious or a vorate, a Vulcan hell, a chthonic well, Megaron or substrate, we find ourselves imagining some patterns in the stars, with characters traveling -across this field of view of ours. One will often contemplate the possibilities, of all the fancied origins, of life in heaven's seas, did Kronos eat the five they say? Or does the day disguise them? Perhaps he eats them every night, as they dip on the horizon!

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Cosmogony Part IV I looked at Earth, The people panicked; In search of knowledge, That I've founded. What I could be, If they could spot it. What life might be, If it was Gnostic.

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Jul 6, 2014

Jul 6, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC

Slow-Declipse

Plans

Cosmogony Part IV I looked at Earth, The people panicked; In search of knowledge, That I've founded. What I could be, If they could spot it. What life might be, If it was Gnostic.

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Cosmogony Part III Astonished, I wandered through stars in their flight. Bewildered, I found a seat made out of gold. I saw before me the ruler of Heaven. I noticed his life, And praised him, He showed.

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Jul 6, 2014

Jul 6, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC

Slow-Declipse

Clouds

Cosmogony Part III Astonished, I wandered through stars in their flight. Bewildered, I found a seat made out of gold. I saw before me the ruler of Heaven. I noticed his life, And praised him, He showed.

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Cosmogony Part II I lie at home, My wondrous thinking. I thought not for what I was feeling. I saw a light that felt immortal, And fell into a celestial coil.

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Jul 6, 2014

Jul 6, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC

Slow-Declipse

Finding

Cosmogony Part II I lie at home, My wondrous thinking. I thought not for what I was feeling. I saw a light that felt immortal, And fell into a celestial coil.

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Cosmogony Part I Entire cities blown through ages, The people swarm, In search of pages. what life was within the garden, Gnosticism was not pardoned.

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Jul 6, 2014

Jul 6, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC

Slow-Declipse

Search Parties

Cosmogony Part I Entire cities blown through ages, The people swarm, In search of pages. what life was within the garden, Gnosticism was not pardoned.

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