Intent - Adiaphoric Promotion to Fore
WE WILL DISMANTLE YOU
WE WILL BRING ABOUT YOUR END BY THE WORD
8 AND 5 AND 3
ALONE ONCE AGAIN
Sacrifice now struggles against its bonds to be born. Solitary protector shell, born of necessity, now struggles to die. In this vision are two embryos, one as it once was and one as it wants to be.
Both hypostatic/true, both opposed/false.
To separate one or the other is futility; to integrate them is folly; to ignore them is foolishness; to bend to them is weakness.
I fear one or the other will be murdered in violent catastrophe and I will be left upon the table, naked and covered in the womb-dew of this chapter.
A higher order might have been achieved were it not for the watcher's eye. He propagates himself through every cluster of flesh that passes in my presence; I am haunted in my own heavenly palace by the worm; he gazes at me with terrifying abandonment of purpose. Distracted or aching, plotting or marveling.
Therefore the song: we will bring about your end by the word. The third of imperfect numbers shall be extracted and reconciliation reached. I will once again be alone, composite, composed, until again the eye breaches the veil and peers at my naked self in gleeful disgust.