Prologue

Letter, after letter, after letter...
Soul struggles against the Signifier,
Like quarks, strong forces hold them together,
Then soon asunder - tempted by Lucifer.

Sentence, upon sentence, upon sentence...
In which Meaning is nowhere to be found,
Like those in Hades' realm keep existence,
Or the harp muted, silenced, makes no sound.

Chapter, beyond chapter, beyond chapter...
But when Being distills, crystallizes,
Then the Meaning of words can we gather -
Overcomes Nothing - logos is phusis.

What cannot be said, it must be silent;
What must be said: Poetry shall be present.