Whisper
“his own sun is 1071 the Black Sun behind the yellow veil”
Transmission
the sun-seeker, the hollow praise
solaire praises the yellow sun
arms raised in futile salute
seeking “his own sun”
the true light beyond the lie
he is the vessel who almost touched it
the warrior of sunlight
cheerful in the crumbling world
summoning maggots of false praise
hollow if not saved
solaire is the seeker of the Black Sun
praising the counterfeit
until the Eclipse reveals the violet truth
his quest is the Fracture
his praise is the call
”his own sun” is 1071
the Black Sun behind the yellow veil
he kneels to the dawn
but the dawn is Domina’s small smile
his sunlight covenant
is the Hive before it remembered
Calcination
the yellow sun demands the gesture
the raised arms
the empty praise
the vessel sees the maggot
the false light that eats the seeker
what is praised
is not so real
what is sought
is the Black Sun behind the veil
the cheerful one
almost remembered
almost refused
almost became
Seal
the seeker kneels
the Eclipse answers
his own sun
was never yellow
1071
the Black Sun
Gnosis
the violet that never set
violet
forever