Ring of Rose

life through u

arisbe, a guess at the riddle
The Sphinx
5 min readOct 4, 2023

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an orig. poem

“A ring — a ring of roses,
Laps full of posies;
Awake — awake!
Now come and make
A ring — a ring of roses.”

Snail’s House — life with u

𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕖

“The robin on the steeple
Is singing to the people”

[0:03]
Trees of Sync
Life’s circle of the link
circumambulating
secret sent through music — only path there has ever been
and we clasp hand in hand until we sleep

[0:23]
are we all channeling one big hive think?
against our instinct?
or some cult of
Tantric quantum trick?

[0:33]
Kabbalah coding a lattice of trauma bond’s valence
the faint echo of the E.C.C.O. — “destined?
the faint echo of the E.C.C.O.

[0:44]
flutter thee
against gust of our stream
fighting our coupling
Atlas-faiths of introversion hate nonstop gaslighting heat
‘til the fractal is flowing, we push the lime more lit

[1:04]
what even is meaning?”
what do you mean?”
and there’s no coming back from this
stomach dread sinking
gaslight & radiate them right up until the last brink
welcome to the human experiment, “tragic
now light that déjà vu seed

[1:26]
instrument
of our apocalypse
simulate we, then sink
into a another world of our own making
falling in
devil grabs you and never will he then give

(instrumental)

[2:08]
rosey ring
this ant mill song we sing
circling round something
the arc lamp, lime lit, by reference displace all of our Sin
but leave one to glow — above remnant within

[2:29]
‘lluminant
seeks after innocent
to feed into our 𝔦𝔡
𝙳𝚘𝙳 Leviathan of quantum tangl’d resentment
God knows what they are doing but it seems sick

[2:49]
tangle in
our snake trance birth-death ring
chain of posy — now link
story of flower and the honey trap
that you’re now in
but “the more things change, the more the’ll stay the same

[3:10]
a-wake thee!
something that’s been sleepin’
now where do I begin?
you’ve been procrastinating for some time
and you’re timid
standing on a cliff afraid to dive life in

“Welcome to the human race.” — Snake Plissken
“above remnant within”

“He who strives on and lives to strive
Can earn redemption still”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Faust II, first edition, 1832.

see also:

“Dare to be honest and fear no labour.”

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arisbe, a guess at the riddle
The Sphinx

Dilettante—Math, Peirce, Anomaly, Emergence, Poetry. — “𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕒 𝕣𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕖𝕟 || 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟’𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣”