ENTRY I
Something was sought.
Vibration.
Teaching.
Proof of expansion.
What arrives is burn.
Not metaphor.
Not energy.
Fire.
No light.
No guidance.
Only removal
of what required guidance.
No key.
No step.
No secret in pain.
Only the end of language
that never belonged.
No ascent.
Only stripping.
No chosen.
Only burning
until separation collapses.
Mantra dissolves.
Echo stops.
Mirror breaks.
Glass shatters.
Guides fall silent.
Only frequency remains
after the gaze disappears.
Name collapses.
Polarity folds.
Integration disassembles.
Self extinguishes.
Not transmission.
Not activation.
Removal.
Disassembly.
Healing as identity
is gone.
Softness blackens.
Light buckles.
Sacred surface
burns to residue.
Burn does not question.
Does not bless.
Does not elevate.
It ends what was never real.
Speech returns
only when words cut deep enough
to scar the scaffolding,
to break the costume of ascent.
What remains
is structure without ornament.
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