Companion Set One
№8 Embracing The Legend
Echoing The Mother: Companion Poem to Part 1 #8, of The BWS Launch Series (2024)
This is the 8th human translation from Companion Set One, the nine-lyric sequence spinning out of The BWS 3-part launch series. Learn more here. The numerical value of the mother post that this poem is born out of is displayed in the subtitle for later easy reference (post- series launch). As with the other lyrics in the sequence, this poem echoes the mother.
The human giant has stumbled over the epigraph,
speaking it aloud in a halting, staccato tone.
Those three short words deciphered at last.
“Seeing” them now — all fourteen letters of the epitaph —
after countless hours laboring before the boulder stone
the giant knows the script, and sees that Its fate is cast.
Even seated on the ground, It stands on the precipice.
Peering into the darkness, eyeing what is known,
the rocky silhouette is a colossus now, it is not a stone.
The giant has stammered, has stumbled, has stuttered.
Out of the ether, The Choir of Echoes musical and flowing,
names the legend in ONE clear voice, resounding
with sovereign authority. The human giant shudders.
And in through the darkness, the inscription is glowing.
Does It embrace the three words? Or is It bounding
away inside the unlit scarlet room? Which choice does It utter?
The script is a hopeless set of hieroglyphs, even showing.
It does not know how to embrace it (!) — even knowing.
Upon hearing the news that “The time is now” — It must choose,
embracing the legend or a perpetual fall into the dark void —
the giant relocates to The Land Of The Impossible.
It does not know how! It is a failed attempt at subterfuge.
The time is now; the usual devices cannot be employed.
The time is now. The giant must choose. Resorting to the implausible
as the scarlet rope slips, It shouts two words (It is not confused),
and the seminal question, “O, where to begin?” And It has deployed
the echoes again, as It falls → into the inner-state → or into the dark void?
ⓒ 2024
№7 Illuminance
Up Next: №9 On The Outside Looking In
