Cosmogonia
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In the beginning, there was no light, only hesitation.
A cosmogony that was stuck, an origin that was late in coming, as if chaos had forgotten its own beginning.
The sky takes shape like a half-spoken sentence, where meaning is tied in knots and immediately negated.
The stars do not command; they tremble like syllables laden with too much destiny.
The firmament stretches out in invisible threads — primordial vibrations that traverse the origin and bind the incompatible together.
Each bright spot is a necessary error, a flawed genealogy of reality; a grace that takes the wrong path.
The cosmos writes by itself but never rereads itself, like every myth of birth.
There is a blue that encompasses everything: a sky that promises not salvation, but focus.
Once it feigns infinity, it makes time habitable after the beginning.
There, the universe bends towards the surface, becoming gesture, rhythm and the held breath of the creative act.
Tommaso Landolfi would have recognized this fertile deception:…
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Cosmogonia
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In the beginning, there was no light, only hesitation.
A cosmogony that was stuck, an origin that was late in coming, as if chaos had forgotten its own beginning.
The sky takes shape like a half-spoken sentence, where meaning is tied in knots and immediately negated.
The stars do not command; they tremble like syllables laden with too much destiny.
The firmament stretches out in invisible threads — primordial vibrations that traverse the origin and bind the incompatible together.
Each bright spot is a necessary error, a flawed genealogy of reality; a grace that takes the wrong path.
The cosmos writes by itself but never rereads itself, like every myth of birth.
There is a blue that encompasses everything: a sky that promises not salvation, but focus.
Once it feigns infinity, it makes time habitable after the beginning.
There, the universe bends towards the surface, becoming gesture, rhythm and the held breath of the creative act.
Tommaso Landolfi would have recognized this fertile deception:…





