[As above, so below—Etatetic orthodoxy maintains the planet’s underground is not a native resting place, but an inhospitable wilderness to be avoided, mirroring the magical potency and indefinite depth of cosmos. Anonymous poem. Unrecognized in the Polycanon.]
Soil mirror. A history of myths, a mythic history.
Suns to my candles; I bring a breath, it brings a winter.
A trek to god and back, where I have walked a mile.
Its witness reducing the self, a rune in its account.
In its death alone are my mother, father, sins, and story.
Living legends in serpentine eternity.
Cast in the lightning of cores; comparison, my blood inert.
Inheritance: kingdom of death; with head toward lava.
Knowledge bird stands on my soul; extracts respect.
I am worthy of nothing. Overcome.