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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