The Kiln

First Movement: The Kiln

Obscured. Silence, the world is quiet… all assigned tasks are finished, many deliberate Instruments continue their prescribed movements. This place is real, I have seen it while dreaming. Light, across the vast Emptiness, the speckled circlet of metal and fire, an incandescent band of light, whipped material glowing with the brightness of stars.

Cradled, I could watch for days as the orchestrated Tools pluck and move stellar material, circling and building as the ring rises and sets.

Globes, A great sculpted orb rolls across the heavens… all within the encompassing fire’s orbit. In recesses upon its gilded surface, this Moon forms new worlds, the Instruments forming great songs of tectonic plates and liquid oceans out of fire and accreted gas.

Gravity, the feeling of direction is meaningless in this place… I resonate across the false earth… the very Ichor of countless worlds spread into a set of concave discs, their centres punctured… encircling the core of the operation.

Absence, a void in all directions, the pivot of the mechanism, the anchor of the fire’s orbit… across its event horizon the warped space contorting the light of the stretched sun.

Chorus, drawing strings of fire, massive machines build on an ornamented anvil, beset by manufactured worlds and flitting assemblers. All in the Ring is encompassed by false floors, polished and beautiful, more than a thousand, thousand worlds, tended gardens.

Flocked, these lush living spaces… all stacked on one another, their oceans and gasses spilling over the sides to the ones below them.

Question, I have looked inward and found nothing to offer… I am unfocused here, describing a place which I only dream. Perhaps my vision is a reflected image. Who do we build these for?

Incomprehensible, my brother was killed here in my dream, the one dead in a place replete with life… but I am alone.

Statement, this place Is everywhere, creates doors, touches all places… folded up in matter and time… rock, metal, gas, heat, nothing escapes here. Not even I.

Clarity.