Language of Molting Cherubs

Souls mindful of damage Spin silk of themselves Dropping towards the ground Connecting to manifest bodies As the thread rests It binds Two points Void of space Become one point All knows Knows none Step through the ladder Drink from the cup After life the cosmos are infinite It will breathe you in Your heart and lungs Crushed into singularity A chance encounter At the end of our rope

Submitted by Nargaroth — Feb 08, 2026