The Release Point To the Wave

Based on Song of the Harper inscribed on a Thebes tomb 1160 BC

"Without state vector collapse, there would be no perception of separation, no form to experience and, consequently, no expression. The cosmos would remain in an undefined state of absoluteness, a potential of all cosmic possibilities." -Edward F. Malkowski

Osirus, hidden star of Sirius,
Dark lord of what is called life on Earth,
Of both the sheaves that grow and scythes that mow,
In labor for your grieving twin:
The powerful light of Isis
Who brings the flood of tears
Each year so you may sow
And be taken again by those you create
In your lust for forms:

Geometric tombs
Are there to say goodbye
And leave behind
What came from the time here:
Endless wars, dividing each from each,
To reenact this pain of separation,
And to dabble in the freedom
Everything in this world is ever moving toward
And find it brings redemption
—Always—for you have chosen
To create and lose
In this infernal sacred cauldron
To attain the knowledge of the Word,
What Atum cannot understand
Except as you demand
With your rough senses and rude thoughts
And your ornamental monuments of golden flesh

But it is not the dust that stays for later ages
That matters
It's the spirit that was only there a moment
In a spark of communion
And your consciousness released
From its pursuit
As home was imagined
Not merely remembered,
And joy became an instrument
Not just a blueprint
For some lost and mystic city
Of a strange and missing tribe