magoski
I stand upon Spica,
its light an endless vista,
a sunrise that blinds the soul,
until blindness becomes vision.
and The void opens a
knowledge you cannot unlearn,
there is no escape.
no release.
No never-ending story.
There is only the Path.
And so I walk,
ancient & newborn,
with stars as my witness,
Spica’s light blinds me,
void etched into living cells—
the Path is chosen.
Universal Mind,
sees, knows, waits beyond all time,
stars echo my steps.
