Sol Ouroboros

A sign beheld
Of living stone

Sprawling across the vault of heaven
An embrace of amorphous clay

The child thrashes in the formless cradle
Offspring of time and dust
Pangs of the birth which is to come herald the source of life

Thrusting infinite pressure
Mass infinite fragments
Dense solar clusters
Energy creates beginning

Unbearable crushing tension
In turbulent discord
Bleeding out the newborn
And reforming the flesh

The heat of this withdrawal becomes the beating heart
A host to feed on the gushing wounds

And thus, the flesh is complete, relieved by the placid storm
Calmed by the forlorn embrace of its dwindling home
Rising to rear its young in the warmth of its light
From the birth, an exhalation, the first breath of a star

Breathe
In your
Life
And
Illuminate
Yourself

Stellar winds
Blow
Until your life
Ends

Arise
Son of sol
Nigh is your dawn
As the night is cold

Within the sea
A writhing mass

Source of knowledge
Forged in dust
A chain of sinew
Stretching forth

Children of flesh, children of blood, and time
Awake your dormant minds and claim your rightful heir

But through
This
A loss
To the self
And the false
Sense of light
A dark
Perverse
Mind

Forgetting the past
To devour the marrow of all

A cancer of thought
Breeds death
The sons of light
Stricken and worn

A cannibalistic being
Failure of eternity
Have you not foreseen the cost of this corruption?
In it, ouroboros is complete

Devour thyself. Devour thyself
If you wish that your end
Gift thyself to the sanguine sphere