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                <h1>Zk | Numeno</h1>
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                <p><span class="tag">writing</span> <span class="tag">poetry</span> <span class="tag">spirituality</span></p>
<h2 id="contents">Contents</h2>
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<li>Numeno </li>
<li>Overflowing with words</li>
<li>The year starts not&hellip;</li>
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<h2 id="numeno">Numeno</h2>
<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em> and <em>ally</em></q></p>
<div class="verse">Inter ĝuo kaj timo
Estas loko de tro da signifo.
Apud kompreno, ekster saĝo,
Tamen ĝi tutampleksas.
Mi kompareble malgrandas
Kaj ĝi tro granda estas.
Nekomprenebla
Nekontestebla,
Senmova kaj ĉiam ŝanĝiĝema.

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Between joy and fear
Is a place of too much meaning.
Next to understanding, outside wisdom,
It nonetheless expands.
I’m so small beside it
and it is too big.
Incomprehensible,
Incontestible,
Unmoving and always changing.</div>
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<h2 id="overflowing-with-words">Overflowing with words</h2>
<p><q class="comment">In <em>ally</em></q></p>
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<div class="verse speak">
speak to me  
speak to me  
speak to me  
speak to me  
speak to me  
speak to me  
speak to me

that i may see  
that i may see  
that i may see  
that i may see  
that i may see

the face of god  
the face of god  
the face of god


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<div class="verse">god is between me and my heart
god is not a part of me
i stand apart from myself
and god cannot stop me</div>
<div class="verse">the soul is defined by
negative space</div>
<div class="verse">I was born at the edge of the numinous.

That is why I can tread along the border.
That is why I&rsquo;m able to whisper the name of God.
That is why I&rsquo;m allowed to know the number and how to factor it.
That is why I have seven fingers spread wide and three curled toward my heart.
That is why my limbs trace the curves and lines of power when I dance.
That is why I sit with my back to the sun in summer.
That is why my body is a canvas.

You were born in sunlight.

Speak secrets into my hair.
Take my words from me.
Spend the intercalary days telling me lies.
Break my dystonia with a breath.
Wash my face with salt water.
Tell me the name you call yourself.
Close my eyes.

We will sleep in the shade.

Let me bless you with smoke.
Let me bathe your feet.
Let me light the candles.
Let me place a stone beneath my tongue.
Let me taste copper.
Let me draw in ash.
Let me rise up until my head is in the branches and my hair becomes the leaves.</div>
<div class="verse">At the beginning of time,
    when chaos birthed to order and disorder,
we were blessed with two souls.

One has seven eyes and can see all of the monsters in the dark,
    but is blinded by the sun.

The other has no eyes,
    but can feel no pain.

When order and disorder were close as children,
  our souls experienced the world hand in hand,
    but as they drifted apart and began to fight,
      some of us left one of our souls behind,
        and that is why we search.
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<div class="verse">Babel was a collaborative effort.

Once,
we all spoke the same language,
  but on seeing god grow increasingly anxious with the rate of our progress,
    we agreed to let our tongues be confused,
      so that he could take things at a more comfortable pace,
        and we could be assured he would not understand us unless we prayed in silence,

for only then do we speak the language of angels.</div>
<div class="verse">I went for a walk and was driven by impulse to collect five sticks.
They had to be as straight as possible.
They had to be balanced as close to the middle as possible.
They had to be the same length without me breaking them.
They had to have been from different trees.
They had to have fallen more than a year prior.

When I got home, I lay them in a row, asked my question, and, one by one, broke them in half.</div>
<div class="verse">When I speak, the words drip from my tongue as ink,
and form writing on the ground,
and I leave a trail behind me,
and the ink stains your feet,
and when you walk, words and phrases and sentences are pressed into the soil,
and the ink breathes life into the plants,
and even the grass will flower,
and the bees will flourish,
and they will both sting you and provide you with sweet honey.

The ink stains my chin and my clothes.
  Sometimes, I speak into my hands and stain my cheeks as well.
    I speak against my fingers and press them into my flesh until I am covered in rosettes.
      I stretch my hands to the sky and marvel at how black they are.
        And as with the grass, where the ink stains, growth quickens, and I am covered in soft fur.
          I fall to all fours and hunt amid the rocks and the buildings, between cars and along trails.
            And when I am full, I curl up to sleep, and awake human once again.
              My skin is clean and my mind is clear,

and I cannot speak.</div>
<div class="verse">The only time I know my true name is when I pray.

The only time I pray is at the utmost need.

To pray is to ask yourself what you dare not ask god.

To answer your own question, you must step outside yourself.

To step outside yourself, you must forget your true name.

The only time I know my true name is when I pray.</div>
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<h2 id="on-numbers">On Numbers</h2>
<div class="verse">Seven slow hours pass.
Five doors open in my heart.
Three versions of me step forth.
Two quick breaths.
One unending death.</div>
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<div class="verse">Anchor me now to reality.
Pin me to perception
    or perception to me.
Loose me amid fractal walls.
Let successive numbers claim me
    or me claim them.</div>
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<h2 id="prima-materia">Prima materia</h2>
<p><q class="comment">Not good enough for basically anything, as it stands (Makyo 2020-06-08)</q></p>
<h3 id="calcination">Calcination</h3>
<div class="verse">They say the fire cleanses
    That it purifies.
Then, cool fire, soft fire,
    Cleanse and purify me.
Blanket my shoulders
    And sing me to sleep.
Sing the fox to sleep
    And let her rest
Content in the work she has done
    And the lives she has touched.
They say the fire cleanses
    That it purifies.
Then, cool fire, soft fire,
    Sing me to sleep.</div>
<h3 id="dissolution">Dissolution</h3>
<div class="verse">Sweet as honey, spiced with time,
    You were me, and I you.
Aged to perfection, mellowed with the years,
    I bless your memory.
You who were me,
    I lay you aside to rest.
To over-age is to spoil,
    And you are not spoiled.
Sweet mead to dance on the tongue,
    Soft fox to dance through time.
Sweet as honey, spiced with time,
    You were me, and I you.
Aged to perfection, mellowed with the years,
    You are at your finest.</div>
<h3 id="separation">Separation</h3>
<div class="verse">With your sigil,
    I draw you from my heart.
With your name,
    I consign you to memory.
With your words,
    I draw you from my breath
With your voice,
    I sing you to peaceful sleep,
Ever soft and white in winter,
    Ever svelte and gray in summer.
With your sigil,
    I draw you from my heart.
With your name,
    I commit you to dearest memory.</div>
<h3 id="conjugation">Conjugation</h3>
<div class="verse">I dedicate my life
    To the memory of you:
Long passed though you may be,
    That memory will burn fiercely.
To the east, I wash with air,
    That the wind be with you.
To the South, I wash with fire,
    That the sun warm your fur.
To the West, I wash with water,
    That the stream be cool beneath your paws.
To the north, I wash with earth,
    That your den may blossom in spring.
I dedicate my life
    To the memory of you.</div>
<h3 id="fermentation">Fermentation</h3>
<div class="verse">Feed, dear fox eat,
    For the meal was prepared by you.
I bless this meal
    That you be sustained by your work.
Feed, dear cat, eat,
    Sup of the love that was left for you.
I bless this meal,
    That we may learn the lessons of the fox,
For she has prepared this for you:
    Bread for beginnings, mead for endings.
Feed, dear cat, eat,
    For the meal was prepared for you.
I bless this meal
    That you be sustained by her work.</div>
<h3 id="distillation">Distillation</h3>
<div class="verse">“We are not so different, you and I,”
    Said the cat to the fox.
“We come from the same essence,
    Two vintages from the same vineyard.”
“Our fur is soft and thick, true,”
    Said the fox to the cat.
“We are hardy, and weather cold.
    We travel, hunt, and survive,
But my time is passed and yours begun.
    Go with my blessing.”
“We are not so different, you and I,”
    Said the cat to the fox.
“We come from the same essence,
    Two children of the same eternal mother.”</div>
<h3 id="coagulation">Coagulation</h3>
<div class="verse">Step forth, Uncia, hale and whole,
    For you are truly born this day.
Alopex has gone to sleep and rest,
    Dancing now only in dreams and stories.
See the world with new eyes,
    For all this is yours.
Smell the air, taste bread and cool water.
    Feel the earth beneath your paws.
Know the limits of your body,
    And remember always this pain.
Step forth, Uncia, hale whole,
    For you are truly born this day.
Alopex has gone to sleep and rest,
    Dancing now only at need.</div>
<h3 id="anima-mundi">Anima mundi</h3>
<div class="verse">Out of the flames, into the light,
    I rise, Makyo Uncia called Maddy.
Makyo Alopex sleeps now,
    A fetch to call at need.
Non sum qualis eram,
    I am not who I was.
Ranna, Astarael, Alopex,
    Majo, Younes, Happenstance.
When viewed through the lens of Makyo,
    I am my own magnum opus.
Out of the flames, into the light,
    I rise, Makyo Uncia called Maddy.
Makyo Alopex sleeps now,
    Not forever, but for now.</div>
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