The story so far:
Zeno sees infinities within each decaying hour.
Arnon Slant pauses, a mere fly's breath from his destination, to savors titan arum's flower.
where past and future only cross
when darkened constellations
and meditating a honey-colored drop of dew
that shimmers on his languid sword.
it bleeds eternities
of endless frozen nows.
though sealed in wax and unknown ciphers,
an eternal fire rages
leaving Arnon endless strife.
In its stead, wanders he in Argo's wake.
nay only bitter salt of wisdom lost.
betwixt all-knowing rocks
and those who devour
sacred lily's sweet young fruit
and innocent blue flower.
whilst wandering stars reflect
Arnon's tortured path down river Styx
to face Niflheim's wrath.
Quiet, as rose succumbs to frost,
Arnon becomes as those whose seeds of mind he shelters,
Phosphors gyre 'round Argo's rudder
one by one wink out
and tossed asunder.
Once promised spectrum arches falsely
heavens down towards flooded sea
where swaying fields of wheat once grew
are nevermore to be.
Now Arnon seeks signs in smoke,
thunder clouds and foam,
mere echos of his destiny
must guide him to his home.
Mars smiles upon forgotten tongue
and poem and prose and song
forged, crypted tagged and owned
now forever trapped in silicon.
Long shadows then cast from crumbling tower
upon he who knows but ghosts of nevers yet to be,
though armed with mere corroded sword
and hollow history.
Key was lost to gnarled and fruitful tree
where knowledge good and evil be,
now these my words pass over thee.
Jove drifted backwards 'gainst stars and sea.
Arnon's sword struck whirling tree
cleaving 'G' from 'E'.
"I see these words as words alone,"
says Arnon to the silver stone,
"but know not from whence they come.
All is lost I fear, for nothing links to nothing here."
Hades currents raise Arnon´s ship
to netherworld's last shore
where sand-washed golden book
reveals Phoenica´s code once more.
prince of Rome, wayward child, enlightened great city;
neverending number, sllightly more than three;
wayward planet, false dog, psalm and poetry;
these things bound as indivisible and labled with a "P."
"Ganesha, one who sees the chasms of my sorrow,
unlock this gift before thy sun forsakes me on the morrow!"
Arnon's bitter tears then fell 'gainst his shivering sword
Boreas spoke alone with silent breath
turning this to silver ifrost
and forsaking Arnon Slant 'til death.
Fate beheld this moment long
and brought Arnon half of that for which he'd come.
Naught else to burn and empty of his soul's desire,
Arnon leaned 'gainst rotting stump
and threw volume upon the pyre.
He rubbed his hands 'neath night's great dome
until these words too were gone.
Earth shifted in its orbit then
and rain began to fall darkly
upon he who lost the key
each drop unaware of another
'til all merged 'neath this sea.
Dylan pulled Arnon's darkened hide
'neath crumbling fortress wall
built by armies infinite
to stem the eventide.
Chaos found Arnon there,
preserved in bog and salted air.
'neath lonesome land where nettle grows,
furrowed brow and purple toes.
Babd turned her head against the rain
she opened beak to speak again
but then twice knowing history
to for'ere remain a mystery.
Addanc then rose from 'neath the depths
and smiled upon the scene
of Arnon Slant and his sword,
in blue moonlight it did gleam.
stars once lost did then return
and burn coldly in the dark
without a sixty cycle hum nor artificial spark.
when gods again brought life to him,
Arnon knew not who he was
nor where he should begin.
One golden lion stood against the night and
wondered at the ghost of unseen self.
Two orca whales sang of Arnon Slant's entropy
'neath continental shelf.
Three black Rhinos remembered nothing,
but Arnon's centrifugal birth.
Five condors circled oblong grave and fell silently to earth.
Seven silent elephants forgot themselves
'neath Arnon's spectral tree.
Eleven lost green turtles dreamed of air and poetry
Thirteen grey wolves howled angrily
as spring tides flowed
and darkened constellations
sank 'neath Medias great sea.