Part the Second

I wept anew at the final words and the drawing silence of the Dynamo. The light and fire that split the sky still unhinged my soul, and fear again within my mind took root. I asked the fading Dynamo of the serpentine blaze which seemed to hold a life apart from the Trinity, and seemed stronger than their combined force. I wondered aloud at the infernal flames that wrapped like boiling vines about the clouds, and illuminated them with an aethereal glow, and shot down with all the speed of a blinking eye, lost in thought and trying to count seconds. I was answered with the steady pulse, the rhythm of the waves that spun slowly atop the dreamily oozing altar within the sunken structure that had no beginning or cause, save the toil of an immortal imagination. When I left the sea and the brine and the undulating waves, the slight glow and shock still brushed against my flesh. I still could feel the pull of the great unknown Dynamo.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Like a stone I fell, and was engulf'd in winter darkness Silence filled each sphere that from my lips escaped And ceas'd but for a breath Before rising to the surface and waves. Like fireflies, the seanakes flicker'd about be Candles lit to breach the darkness of this frigid hall.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Fade From the shade that you see Every morning, every noon It's the color of this room Even with your eye unclear There's some kind of azure dust on your pillow Clouds Are painted on in difference A worn signpost for your dreamflight It's all about atmosphere There's some kind of azure dust on your pillow My secluded focus on trading shapes My elusive purpose holds its hiding place Drowsy missive underneath the painted May I missed the room change color

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

The sky draped itself face-down A pacifying hood Greyous in any way And its cage was the dome of The rainbow Two-dimensional to some, but For everyone beneath, It was Atlas If you looked up from below At its coloration Its bands grew broader Towards the summit As the shades short-waved The most vast color: Violet I was stuck on Violet, miniaturized It was four days' walk to the blue border The "Land of the Arch'ed Circle" That was Violet. I imagined the bottom of the Rain Bow Tunneling through the roots of the Mountain I walked Violet to the Equator Where I dug my own grave then died in it Beneath the ground I rode the royal hue All through the Earth for Eternity And as the sun became too dim The frame dissolved and The Greyous blanket fell. It lay upon the grass until the Morning When it was hoisted up again By a spinning Rainbow O'er the vale.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

An electric current binds us together forever I am a memory burnt onto thin air I want you to think about "93" It isn't like planting a thought in your head When you call me with vibrations In harmony with some Saturnine frequency I spill outward, or flow, or list, or gel It is somewhere between your mind and mine Where, I cannot exactly tell The blind need to see The deaf need to hear We need to speak I love you

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025