Falling low asleep, I lowered my vision between her waves of my dreams, the perspiration of light sticking like salt to the waves reminded me of the forces between us, she as deep as the ocean, the golden spiral flowing through me, I drank until I drowned in her depths, and the scene I became was not mine but hers, the movements of her dream reaching deeper, I entered the currents of her breath, her dream, flowing through me... fons erigo, the source i raise, i spoke it thrice... ūnus duo trēs pillars of light lifted me up through her tides (eye) drifted past the reefs of sight beyond the continental pedestal of language, pelagic silence, where verbs dissolve like salt albeit there, within the architecture of her breath, i inhaled the particles of mandorla second flew by, not in hours, but in apertures of light, each photon, a syllable, each syllable, an oracle but glossa spoke no word, lingua in abyssum yet the cosmos heard me for silence, too, is a script when etched by longing, prolonged agony and i, unmoored from my own axis, spiraled through her dreaming like a comet seeking its forgotten nucleus, cometæ a split of minutiæ her breath became ocean, and i, the æons of notion, each rise, an invocation, each fall, a benediction, in æternum while eyes closed i saw constellations collapse, breaking into psalms of ash, yet she, she was the beacon that kept the void at bay her pulse a procession of stars in crimson corridor her veins serpentine glyphs, an ordo of light each whispering a language brighter than flame i wandered the entrance of starlight where gravity curled into mandalas of fire, every circle was a question without an answer out of nothing,light, and out of light,her, out of her,me dissolving into the dream's abyssal hymn aftermath when i woke, i was not fully awaken for the dreams had rooted beneath the strata of my galaxies, a mycelium of infinity feeding on the marrow of my soul and even now, when language returns like a tide, it carries her salt, her warmth, her ocean of infinite sigil r soluble l (i) c erigo æternum, i raise again the phrase carved itself on the pillars of my dream its echo, rippling beyond time the night, dripping with shadow mandorla f somnium
