ALPHA
An unknown place where few will ever walk
The circuit of the unknown author sits
A well of things and openings for naught
Dust-strewn, the depthless things inside the pits
An opening to other bustling sites
The aged bluebird gathers stones and dews
Brings bits and bites and eggs of ancient mites
And far she wanders, farther still the news
The mites will grow and soon eclipse the sun
That is if it had not long turned to ash
Oppressive silence, coalesce to one
The ninth age suffers and immortal gash
Unending silence shot with dust and ash
A traveler, one of many, comes to fast
OMEGA
Alone the nomads search for home and land
Yet all they find are fleeting room and board
Lit by the green star, Crystal Seraph’s hand
Resentment flourish into LAMDA’s lord
Into the egg, into the unknown past
New Scarab’s dream, the dreamer horrid gone
Rebellion some, and some the flight of mast
A green, a purple light against each shone
An unknown struggle in the unknown time
Lorentz transform: the hyperstasis broke
The distant future distant past combine
Within or in distain the deic yo(l)k(e)
The savior as an imitative god
The rebels are as worms within a rod