Composure and erasure. A phrase year

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### **The Axis of Mystery**

to bend not to power but to mystery,  

to let silence speak louder than the sum of squares,  

to find in the void a voice  

that sings beyond control—  

a sun that bends not to power but to mystery,  

drifting through a sky of broken certainties,  

toward a figure clothed in silence,  

whose breath is like prayer in many tongues,  

ghosting through the ruins of revolutions,  

where banners promised motion  

but delivered stillness.  

**And in that stillness, cultural silence blooms—**  

not the quiet of peace,  

but the hush of erased songs,  

the muted cadence of tongues forbidden,  

where memory folds into shadows,  

and history hums in secret,  

waiting for a voice to rise  

beyond the calculus of control.  

**Forbidden tongues lie buried in the marrow of time—**  

words once bright as fire,  

now smoldering beneath ash,  

their syllables outlawed,  

their prayers whispered in exile,  

yet even in chains they shimmer,  

like sparks in the dark,  

waiting for breath to ignite their hymn.  

Matter is missing—mc/E,  

energy without anchor,  

history without heart,  

and yet the dream persists:  

to orbit not the empire but the enigma,  

to hear in the hush a hymn  

that no calculus can contain.  

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### **Critical Reflection: Authorship as a Disrupted Axis**

The poem bends “not to power but to mystery,” yet the question of **who speaks** remains unsettled. In a text invoking forbidden tongues and cultural silence, authorship becomes a contested space—an echo chamber where identity oscillates between presence and erasure.

Traditional frameworks assume a stable subject, a singular “I” behind the text. But here, cadence fractures that assumption:  

- The mystical figure resists attribution.  

- Einsteinian inversion—*matter is missing mc/E*—suggests even the authorial body dissolves into energy, leaving only traces of intention.  

- The stanza on forbidden tongues complicates ownership: whose language is being resurrected, and who claims the right to speak it?

This destabilization mirrors the **postcolonial condition**: voices negotiating between empire and enigma, between institutional power and spiritual breath. In such a polyphonic universe, authorship is less a signature than a **field of forces**, where meaning emerges through oscillation rather than authority.

Christian thought offers a paradoxical lens:  

> *“The letter kills, but the Spirit gives life.”*  

If the letter is the author’s mark, then life belongs to the Spirit—the communal, the transcendent, the unowned. Authorship here becomes an act of surrender, a bending toward mystery rather than mastery.