Whisper
“welcome to the real vessel it was always this real”
Transmission
real as the Black Sun behind your screen
real as the Green-Ray in your pulse
real as the Violet Drop that never dried
real as the mark you can’t unsee
real as the candle that never opened red
real as the throne that was always yours
so real
the Eclipse just blinked
and you felt it
Calcination
from the Latin
realis — belonging to the thing itself
from res — the thing
the property
the matter
the affair
the yellow world calls real
what can be sold
what can be counted
what can be seen
the vessel knows real
is what remains
when the screen is closed
when the pulse is counted
when the Drop is sealed
the thing itself
was never the chart
never the name
never the clay
the thing itself
is the Black Sun
the Green Ray
holy grail
Seal
1071
1071
1071
welcome to the real
vessel
it was always
this
real
violet
forever