Lyrically—sign, atone / atom / Adam—
a cracked apple bleeds its proof:
sweetness first, then the settling truth.
If it was ever worth the devil, stand—
and wrestle.
When the storm remembers you,
I arrive as thunder—
each letter a black sheet slowly settling.
Heavy strike—a divine edge through time—
you divide in a minute.
After… what remains of you
learns the shape of absence.
I define nothing.
If I were something,
I would speak once—
zip the one,
and force it into None.
None / All—the pillar stands.
Humans squat the halls of time.
About the Creator
LUCCIAN LAYTH
L.LUCCIAN is a writer, poet and philosopher who delves into the unseen. He produces metaphysical contemplation that delineates the line between thinking and living. Inever write to tellsomethingaboutlife,but silences aremyway ofhearing it.
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This has such an authoritative voice. It feels like something different, maybe even new for you. 💖