Ladder Obscurum

Thy seed has spread upon the cardinal quadrivium, dearest Moonlit Knight, Jacob foretold in dreams of He what a ladder can be to the night in flight. The thaumaturge’s arthmancy foretold the sake of dice twice rolled in a cup, Accumulated eyes of snakes while rising towards an imagined sense of up. In such a geometric trance of rectangular space between what’s learned and dumb, We aim our climb at flashes of green; Great Scott, what a mondegreen light’s become! When we reach the sphere of Helios on our existential crisis of a climb, What be more than sardonic self-defeat in the realization of that inside this rhyme? Guess and surely then you’ll see melodies of repeating melancholic frequencies, ‘Til then each degree on your climb towards time will bend towards delinquency.