The Quantum Poet
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And in our embrace of darkness, may we too live forever.”
"To resonate with the frequencies of a quantum-bound sonnet is to resonate with darkness in an unraveling existence.
“When all that exists ceases to exist, darkness not only endures—it thrives.
08/13/2025
Searching For The LifeTaker" is a descent through 8 fractured identities — CaveDweller, DeathEater, DreamKeeper, FleshKiller, LightBringer, FatePainter, MindShaper, EndSeeker. Each voice speaks from the edges of reality, tracing the shadow of an unseen entity that fractures existence. It’s a hunt through darkness, obsession, and paradox… until the first confrontation.
08/13/2025
I couldn't tell you why,
I think I know the things I know.
For some reason I think I know,
Things I should not know.
I know how not “knowing”
What you think you must know,
Keeps you from ever knowing—
As ego hides what is to know.
We all know we can’t know,
Things known to not be known.
Not knowing what or when to know,
Ensures well never know.
One thing we surley know,
Most of all we'll ever know,
Are things we'll never really know,
Believing we already know.
I do know, I don’t know
What you think you surely know,
But you know something?
I know you know we can’t know.
We all know the things most
People will never come to know.
Are things we thought we'd never know.
Till we know for sure that we know.
But I know something’s knowing,
I believe to know, but don't.
And knows how my “knowing”
Acts as known, but can't be known.
And it’s not that I even know
That you don’t know, ya know?
I just know there’s something I know,
That you would not want to know.
I don’t know how to tell you
Things I hope you’ll never know,
Because I will never know
If you or I can really know.
¬ Đerek Λbraxas
05/05/2025
The Psychonaut in Quantum Perception
With embered wings, I pierce the blackest night,
A solar mass morphing into a black hole.
Each atom in my blood prepares to ignite,
Reflecting the true divine shape of my soul.
In the corridors of my own thought, the senses drown.
The mind painting prisms bleeding photonic rain.
No boundary here to hold me. In moments, I'm crowned.
In this kingdom of chaos, sculpting solace from pain.
I stand before the mirror of my own trembling soul.
A sovereign spark lives, who dares to hope it can heal.
A voice screams, that " One who has shattered his mold,
Transcends the one; fragments of being, each their own whole."
Pulses turn to diamonds, forming as the words on my tongue.
Minutes stretch — now endless lifetimes yet to be discovered.
I taste each shard of feeling that my heart has overcome.
My sorrow and my joy open, remaining uncovered.
My dreams, my faulted mind, like ones we called under-wrought.
Their eyes, constellations, like the ones we used to trust.
Chemicals react, dispersing waves, like songs we forgot.
Solitude and isolation bleed with each melodic gust.
And in the hush of afterglow, I wield my clean knife,
Open up my wounds till they reveal my true hidden name.
And from this crucible of pain, is born a new life;
My infinite flame burns as both the wild and the tame.
Following voices of shadows, divine potential’s own choir.
Their hymns — the portal to my soul yet to be embraced.
Chains bind me to your perceptions, but for now, I'm more like fire.
Forging quantum bound waves, binding purpose to my fate.
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| To be as The Moth |
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To be as The Moth, born to the dark.
A fleeting fragment, a flickering spark.
To live life alone and die by the flame.
To be its own shadow. To not have a name.
Guided by stars too distant to hold.
To exist as a soul, that exists all alone.
To run into hiding by dawn’s first light.
To be haunted by, and to haunt all in sight.
Each light forms a lust that burns like a vow.
A promise of warmth that its fate won’t allow.
With wings, so fragile, that are pinned to this fate,
Its destiny cursed like sins born into saints.
Not resting at night, nor waking in peace.
For the pulse of the glow, we know, doesn’t cease.
To be called to the light as it paints life black.
To be deemed punishable before any ill act.
Yet The Moth questions nothing, asks nothing in return.
Never questions its darkness, or why the light burns.
A creature that lives in desperation of the night.
A creature that dies by desperation for the light.
Its symbolism, carved in my endless pursuit.
My shape stitched into the seams of The Moth's truth.
A life chasing embers no matter fate’s cost.
To be as The Moth, to find only what's lost.
Just like The Moth, I was born to the dark.
A fragmented soul with a flickering spark.
To live life alone and die by the flame.
To be my own shadow. To forget my own name.
♦ Đerek Λbraxas ♦
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