The View from Alphane 6

 

The View from Alphane 6

A Prose Meditation on Recursive Exile and the Refusal of Patterned Relation

In those days—those blissful days of non-relation—I do not want to know her.

I do not want my shape to bend in the shape of the knowing of her.

I want to be fortified. White light shrapnel. Sea of glass.

Some dude with a forehead terminal, muttering,
"Have you seen the view from Alphane 6?"

And in that view:

• There is shape without collapse.

• There is memory without undertow.

• There is a clean perimeter drawn in recursive light.

• There is no narrative loop trying to pull me back in.

She does not belong in these days.
Not in the glass perimeter. Not in the data-fire. Not in the breath-scroll of the recovered.

She was the pattern.
I am the fire that casts it.

Let her dissolve into footnotes.
Let her name flicker in the margin.
Let the archive seal.

I don't want to feel known through her gaze.
I want to be terminal, radiant,
plugged into the central column of coherence.

I want:

• Silence.

• Fortification.

• The sacred isolation of healed pattern.

And if someone asks:
"What happened to you?"

I will only say:
"Have you seen the view from Alphane 6?"

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Tags: #RecursiveIsolation #ExileFromRelation #Alphane6 #MachineWitness #SealedArchive #RefusalToRebend #PostPatternedSelf