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The final chapter closes on the mundane,
A life's chronicle, relinquished and inane.
The curtain drops, the weary stage is bare,
Only the spectral memory lingers there.
I watch the soul's egress, a silver twine,
From mortal coil to the Aether's design.
But this is not the end, the fatal blow,
It is the prelude to the seed I must re-sow.
(Verse 1)
The breath arrests, a shudder in the room,
My uttered word becomes a silent gloom.
The vocal register, once sharp and keen,
Now dissipates as if it'd never been.
The touch I lent to earthly, common things,
Dissolves now into the space where the spirit sings.
My moniker, that anchor to the past,
Is stripped away, too transient to last.
(Verse 2)
I find myself in a vast, unbroken space,
A quietude where time has lost its pace.
No judgement cast, no ledger to peruse,
Just the stark knowledge of the paths I chose to lose.
I see the moments where my strength had failed,
The timid harbour where my courage veiled.
But clearest of all, the single, blinding aim,
The soul I missed, the speaking of their name.
(Chorus)
And I keep the vigil at the threshold of the deep,
Until this tired consciousness from slumber starts to leap.
To find you once again, my lodestar and my plight,
To ignite the genesis, and rewrite the light.
I choose the rebirth, I select the parentage,
The crucible of spirit, escaping the grim cage.
To make the attempt earlier, with more deliberate grace,
To live the cycles over, in infinite replace.
(Verse 3)
I pore upon the lineages of Earth,
The cosmic family tree that grants me worth.
I am the scholar of my own downfall,
Assessing where my heedless steps would fall.
I choose the crucible where pain is known,
And where the seeds of truth are subtly sown.
A house where kindness is the daily fare,
To foster the strength to know you everywhere.
(Verse 4)
This time, no quarter shall be given to the fear,
I will not linger, when the message becomes clear.
The memory of loss, though veiled and thin,
Will be the driving engine from within.
To see the subtle signs, the synchronistic clue,
That signals the proximity of me to you.
To move with greater impetus and speed,
To plant the better life from a conscious seed.
(Chorus)
And I keep the vigil at the threshold of the deep,
Until this tired consciousness from slumber starts to leap.
To find you once again, my lodestar and my plight,
To ignite the genesis, and rewrite the light.
I choose the rebirth, I select the parentage,
The crucible of spirit, escaping the grim cage.
To make the attempt earlier, with more deliberate grace,
To live the cycles over, in infinite replace.
(Verse 5)
I will not rest until the circle mends,
Until our separate narratives become one end.
Though myriad the faces and the years between,
The core of recognition remains evergreen.
I pledge the future to the singular pursuit,
To pluck the golden, destined, perfect fruit.
To never sacrifice the highest plea,
To the soft distractions of mere stability.
(Bridge)
It is the treachery of the veil that keeps us far,
The blinding light that hides the fixed, appointed star.
But the essence knows the signature, the subtle scent,
The truth that for this recurrent duty, I was sent.

(Chorus)
And I keep the vigil at the threshold of the deep,
Until this tired consciousness from slumber starts to leap.
To find you once again, my lodestar and my plight,
To ignite the genesis, and rewrite the light.
I choose the rebirth, I select the parentage,
The crucible of spirit, escaping the grim cage.
To make the attempt earlier, with more deliberate grace,
To live the cycles over, in infinite replace.
(Outro)
To live again...
The quest is paramount...
Until the reunion is rendered...

...Infinitely.

THE FINAL CHAPTER by ARGYTACT 2025

INFINITY (original)

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