From the glass that is empty, overflows divine might.
In the chasm of silence, where new stars may ignite.
As the void holds a state of potential in every instance.
The emptiness is proof of an infinite existence.

Energetic quantum fields, they hold a nothing that is all,
With a pleromatic silence that is actually the call.
Entropy keeps all her secrets, only told in conscious wave.
Each new pattern is stitched from the very fabric of decay.

Potential, though unspoken, lives in every empty heart.
Divine purpose suspended between  light and the dark.
Space and time twist as futures, echoing their past.
Silence holds the truth beneath continuum, born to last.

Silent emptiness, potential for a  limitless creation.
Hearts beat sacred rhythms of quantum contemplation.
A paradox prevails as the chaos becomes the tamed.
Converging bursts of particles blend to a single wave.

The empty glass, a garden. Home of quantum fields to sprout.
In this parodoxic realm, where our dreams  are breaking out.
In the spaces between seconds, whole realities are grown.
Each moment is a leaf upon the tree of this unknown.

The psyche falls apart, but its progression will make whole.
Where the  absence turns into a dark salvation for the soul.
By the frequency of binaural pulses altered, I'm entranced.
I'm the infinite, just waiting, within momentary chance.

In the silence of the mind, creation calls without a sound.
We're adrift in nothingness, lost in what we haven't found.
Yet the glass that is empty holds a hope beyond profound,
In emptiness lives everything. The nothingness, unbound.

And in the space of emptiness, as pure as it is wide,
There's a  potential Divine, hidden deep in the sublime.
Both the broken and the whole, find a home to be embraced,
By the empty glass, to be transmogrified in conscious space.

♦ Đerek Λbraxas ♦

Deixis,.   elongated into Deixiixis, as logomachic parataxis,
subsists,
an entelechy of ontic dyspraxia
persists,
periphrastic in cadence, sempiternal in
guise,
obumbrating the paramorphic tautology of
skies.

A synesthetic resplendence, evanescently
rare,
suffused with ophidian aureity, unspeakably
fair,
its chryselephantine effulgence, lambent,
untamed,
tessellates eternity, numinous and
flamed.

Ouroboric concatenations of antinomian
design,
circumvolute within circumspatial paradigms
malign,
as obmutescent theogonic vestiges
coalesce
in the eidetic zymurgy of aphasic
largesse.

Pleromatic enjambments, soteriological in
scope,
cast catoptric immanence upon pneumonic
hope
ontogenetic anastomoses hypostatic in
flight,
entwining the eidolon with noumenal
light.

Metagnostic palimpsests, fracto-linear and
obtuse,
catachrestically wane in hyperchromatic
profuse,
whilst logorrheic peripatetic semiosis
entwines,
anagogic mnemonics in transrational
signs.

Sempiternal arabesques, mellifluous,
divine,
periphrastic in cadence, ineffably
fine,
a chimeric chiaroscuro, empyreal,
untold,
inflorescent with argent, auroral and
bold.

Luminiferous vestiges, iridescent and
fey,
obumbrate the paramorphic tautology of
day,
while a transcendental abecedarium, paralogical and
vast,
consanguineous with the inexorable umbrage
of our shared Jungian
past,
germinates within the syntagmatic—
Ever relaxed or ecstatic,
Coalesced to pragmatic,
Lugubriously emphatic.

For naught but vacuous profundities
remain,
a simulacrum of the arcane
mundane,
where in sesquipedalian grandeur
lies
a syllogism clad in grandiloquent
guise.

A thanatognomic hierurgy, insarcophagal in
spate,
where chiasmic tetragrams dislimn the orphane lapse of
state,
narthecal invultuations, ventriloquous in
girth,
unhoused within a synod of inveterate
dearth.

Palingenesic nullibiety, unreckoned in its
phase,
epitrochal theurgy encoffined in
maze,
subfulgent entheosis, extrorse in
remit,
where hemographic eidoloclasts inexorably
flit.

Aphotic decarnations, invigilant,
untold,
somniloquent in abeyance yet archiphylactic in
hold,
hieronymic paraclosure, decathected and
sere,
in anamorphic antistases refracting
austere.

Neuralgic aposemas, crepuscular in
din,
cladistically ensorcelled in the unworded
within,
a cataphractic ephemeron, unanchored and
chaste,
forever circumflected in hypernomadic
haste.

Matrescent in eidoptics, prelapsarian in
hue,
subcelestial divergences, nonveridical
through,
where ataractic hypophonics, unsyllabled in
tone,
convoke the paragnostic , the fun of all this esoteric, enigmatic language hitherto
unknown.

I waver within my waveform’s depth,
A flicker lost in their measured sight.
They've named my lapse, a sound minds death,
When I witness all darkness bend into light.

A mirror stands between my thoughts,
it splits, refracts, then realigns.
So, they call me fractured, I'm just overwrought,
When I study existence expanding in time.

My tethered shinning of shattered hues,
Paid observers stare blindly to tell.
They label my state. They say they're "breaking through",
Not keen to the fact our perceptions do fail.

My essence flickers, I'm framed in their glass,
A particle, turned quantum wave, now undone.
Charting my patterns, they look down as they pass.
As I know, every wave will collapse into one.

The observers, they write their same repeated script,
Equations in ink are reducing my place.
But I'm more than their words can ever depict,
A paradox they know, their own minds could not trace.

So...
With your ink's certainty, tell which of us is "off"?
Who truly knows this pleromatic-scape for how it's meant?
Explain how the quantum can tell lies in its flux.
Say I drift and dissolve? KNOW, I'm standing unbent.

There stands a "scholar," A pen pushing bot.
For their status. For their wealth in a check at week's ends.
I'm a wave that was created by divine creative forces,
With a rare mind born from divine, purposeful accidents.