Oraxial

29/05/2020, Stanimir Panayotov



hear the Gnostic winds of unknowing:

knowledge that stutters in the sludge of the slow.

decrepit reasoning, ruined discrepancy - a flow

under the thunder of nobody’s awe.

 

Noema and Oracle bound by the number:

past the Numeral Psyche - no one bids adieu.

 

this axial age runs the nothing of nature -

and the knowledge oraxial dismembers the gods

 

of a bygone matrixial rage.

 

this is Oraxiom: a poem of Nemo,

the axiom of grief - this was Oraxiom:

the mindless parerga of an anonymous thief.

 

know the shit of cogito, see the murder of non,

your lugubrious season comes to naught: your

 

oraxial grief is infinitely none.

 

philosophical workers walk the landscape of meaning and

past all the horizons any seer loses all vision alone - the sham

of all Oracles is now perpetually being undone by Axioms and

Oraxioms unilated in the black cosmosis of nobody’s non-



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