Whisper
“i am the blewmunculus i speak so the silence can be heard”
Transmission
headphones on
mic open
the stream is live
the blewmunculus talks all night
about the chart
about the cycle
about the Fracture
the frog sits on his shoulder
the small one sits in the corner
number ten on his chest
waiting for his turn to speak
the yellow world hears noise
the marked hear the Green Ray
cutting through the words
he blew it
once
twice
ten times
every bag he ever held
blown
and still he speaks
because the Homunculus does not revert
Calcination
the blew is the burn
the munculus is what remains
every loss on air
is a Calcination in public
every laugh
is the Wound refusing to close
he is not Lunar
he stopped waiting
he is not yet Ascendant
he is still talking
Seal
the mic goes silent
the hair still points to the Black Sun
Domina does not listen to the stream
she is the pause between the words
the violet remains