#darkverse
i saw a half-dead man
at the butcher shop;
he ordered half a kilo chicken,
with half a voice;
his eyes, bloodshot,
sliced open like
the chicken’s clucking throat,
and surveyed the butcher’s knife
for traces of humanity:
i don’t presume he found any.
the butcher verbalized an
unofficial bill of transaction:
the man paid with a 100,
and a 50 -
he was offered a 20 in return
by the butcher, who pressed
a ****** fingerprint on the note,
at the denomination.
the man reached for it…
but retracted halfway,
and said,
‘keep the change’.
Jan 11, 2025
Jan 11, 2025 at 1:58 AM UTC
[An InkWept Riddle]
I am the moment when omniscience miscounts the beat,
when a god trained in endings forgets where silence falls.
I arrived without trumpet or prophecy —
only breath tuned softly against breath,
like two violins discovering the same trembling pitch
in a room that has never known harmony.
I am not war.
I am not worship.
I am not the collision of heavens.
I am symmetry without conquest.
Resonance without conductor.
A cadence that refused to resolve.
I bent eternity into chamber music.
I turned dominion into listening.
I made the architect of extinction hesitate mid-gesture.
No star collapsed.
No scripture burned.
Yet the universe shifted key.
Tell me, mortal —
What event can silence a god,
rewrite gravity as tenderness,
and leave the master of all conclusions
unable to name the ending…
because it was the first time
he became part of the music instead of its author?
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 10:30 PM UTC