A Furnace Grim — Kosmogonic

I describe but never quite feel,

Cocooned, inured to pure reveal,

Buried, layers down, intractable,

Inoculated, reality non-contractable

From this position of attrition,

I mould and scrape a feeble rendition

Of the revelation denied us

By machinery on the jagged cusp

Of improbability and despair,

Created by no-one, from nowhere

Out of the mind of infinite nothing

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via A Furnace Grim — Kosmogonic

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