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The Reflecting Halls of Meiosis
He speaks an uncomplex language, a simpler time and all the more better for he to not contemplate the ways of the Sun - revolving around in his mind, burning synapsis, conjoining an onyx ringed Saturn unmasked (they say the devil, Medusa dwells there), now view the Sun ray-banned, traversing his time around the skirts of it all, they say earthquakes follow - that one split his world in half, the ancient adage this too shall pass - ignored for all time, inverting into that black void unlike the minute Venus, now birthing Andromeda, more mysterious, her barred galaxy calls forth the warriors like a siren’s bewitching hum, on arrival, the immensities become ominously shadowed, waiting and silent - for the courageous Perseus, unexplored - like a hall of mirrors he now walks fearlessly forth, he walks the crystalline corridors of time pursuing the reflecting Meiosis’ mind one could get lost in the eyes of a gorgon storm the heart turned to stone somewhere he hears the litotes I shan’t be sorry for I shall be glad that wasn’t half bad then, like an ex-wife, the Nemesis calls Candide Diderot. ‘24 two suns. Medusa's path.
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