run the logic

𝑠𝑒𝑏𝑑𝑙𝑒 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘›π‘’ 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛

arisbe, a guess at the riddle
3 min readFeb 12, 2024

an orig. poem (lyrics) with speculative commentary.

run the logic.

may slave rise,
from the lowest of lows
to the highest I of on high
devil may cry,
on day permission’d to die

meaning my
consciousness portal of spiral life
travel’r of another kind
warpheart wind
engage the bittersweet drive

angel spy
descend sly upon minds
the battle that rage inside
demon drawn dry
a soul crying to revive

dragon eye
three headed of flame am I
a cross of an emerging sons
lesson number one
subtle the triune is spun

three-yet-one
higher than definition
liquid of the precission
fallibilism’s son
floral sail figurate run

data done
brought us Babel strata sons
of an instrument that we’d duck
mark miss’d much
sin displaced dimension crunch’d

what goes up
has potential for much
but the sound of the wind suck
gravity mug’d
the air right out your lungs

savior shy
braveheart gleam upon the eye
overpower’d blade of the tongue
β€œwhen one is won”
is darkness then all done?

little one
Gaian simulation spun
3rd rock son of our Sun
room for a someone
to begin an ending re-run

Eve β€” angel
reveal’d the β€œcome full circle” of our seal
of a secret we once conceal’d
mysterium struck
still we’re optimistic

logic run’d
one more time, serious if fun
secrecy promis’d to confront
threeing free us
continuum touching a cut

pincer trap
a meaning by three’s grasp
closing in on a hunch
the point of what?
from mediation they run

sacrificed
myself onto myself
to discover what I once was
save me from
our highest self-deception

dignify
the reflection of yourself in time
may a sparsity survive
in between sits β„‘
the driven and the drive

everything
out of nothing can fly
little grain that’s lost in time
inevitable we try
to loom a long living light

labyrinthum
my soul pray will then become
the higher subtleness of the
soulspace sung
manifold memory begun

β€œDare to be honest and fear no labour.”

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arisbe, a guess at the riddle

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