Jason

Posted Sunday, March 26, 2023

1y

INFP

Aquarius

4

5

Antinome, darkness in the glowing sea

While the nature of the heart is fickle and seeped with mutable designs, the fervor by which our hearts tear and peel at the flesh that surrounds them is a weeping testament to the damage that can be both sustained and maintained by the juggernaut, barely held in check within us all. I have played you the theme of the pioneers of oddity, and shown you the world I hide beneath my tongue. You, like the blazing inferno of a star that you are, illuminated that world for a time. Your warmth brought new growth and accelerated evolution of the life that pervades there. Your touch was the regenerative rains that soaked the once barren fields of view from which I call to you, even now. In congruent harmony, we planted seeds deep and breathless, becoming the undulating and inseparable singularity of human desire. In turn, I showed you the beauty that hides in the dark, where shadows distort the truth and paint sweet palimpsests upon each quivering tabula rasa they find. The murals of the subconscious with their colors and shapes that defy reason, and yet in juxtaposition to this, they all were but feeble attempts by a flawed artist to capture the perfection of your smile. How can a man become enough to woo a goddess? This is a sisyphean struggle to break the bounds of Earth and touch the face of universal perfection, rounded out into a timeless and glimmering celestial creation that elevates all we are as a species, into one infinite point of rapturous revelation. This, my love, is the star strewn map to the epicenter of my reality. It is there you shall find the love lorn temple to the one worldly desire I hold above all else. It is there you will find a million faces carved from memory, each my inspired attempt to capture your devotion...and each one wide of the mark and imperfect. We are the tale, old as time, of the light that cracked upon the fist dawn. We are the refrain sung by the first people that praised the rising sun and fell prostrate upon the warming earth to welcome the salvation they found in the light and heat that enfolded them into its bosom. We are the cacophony of despair heard in their wails and cries as this heavenly body found the opposite horizon and began to drift from view, once again draping their home in oppressive darkness and sorrow...for love is the sacrifice on the altar of cohesive contradiction. We lift it up in abject adulation while our mired feet sink deeper into the soft sands of oblivion below. We are the misty eyed ghost of what could be, unable to wrap our greedy fingers around the thing that made us who we are. My love, you let your light settle beyond the mountains in the west, and my world is once again plunged into endless night. I dance with my shadows and seek to find you in the pale reflections of the artifacts of your passing. You have set upon that which we desire most, and deemed it to be worthy and wanted while finding succor beyond these borders. Here I sit, still begging the new dawn come. Still waiting on the sun to rise.