“An Architect’s Aperture”
He unfastens
the heavy wool of "Always,"
setting aside measurements
of who he was told to be.
The wardrobe was never a cage,
just a temporary structure—
stiff silk and silver pins
holding back the wildness of light.
He lays the mask upon the vanity,
not as a broken thing,
but as a tool
that has finished its work.
The porcelain face
—steady, silent, sure—
can finally rest.
Beneath the linen,
the fractal begins to breathe.
It is not a decay,
but a blooming of geometry:
the way a vein mimics a leaf,
the way a lung mimics a tree,
the way his own wayward heart
mimics the pulse of the stars.
He sees the fool in the glass
and recognizes a brother.
Not a victim of the chase,
but a runner who knows
that "being caught"
is just another way of being held.
The layers fall away
until he is thin as a shadow,
wide as the wind,
and finally,
beautifully,
unmet by anything but truth.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 12th, 2026 05:16
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Some would call this God others nature. A deeply spiritual poem of creation, physics laws, cosmic winds. The great architect of the universe. The first stanza describes so poetically the mystery of the entity beneath hidden behind the wool of eternity "always". People design him in what they believe telling him what he should be or look like. They dress him in their fine wardrobe of silk and silver pins but this is not a cage for light. "The fractal begins to breath" a lovely description of the infinite. The last stanza captured me the most with its poetic meshing of opposites and merging of what seems an enigma into nature itself. This is one of your finest Cryptic a most lovely write that struck me as simply brilliant!! It touches the soul a definite fave
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