| Visions envelop us warm and dear
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| Afflictions nurtured, unfathomable depths
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| Its art form leaves us sullied, smitten
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| Born from our mortality
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| Brushes stroke sanity never so gentle
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| Lost; |
| deranged in a crippled mind
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| Scratching the surface — nuance denied
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| Devoid of spectrum — here we are blind
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| Worlds bare and stricken (beckon me)
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| Fears beyond counting (lost within)
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| Trapped in the core of our sanctum
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| Tell me, where is the purpose?
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| Lost in the half-lives once spent
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| On fading memories and times that never were
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| By nature this hellhole will persist
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| Fed far too long — now festers within
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| This part of me that is not me
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| Yet without which I’d cease to be
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| Nightmares consume, futures unfold
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| How could we rest with such stories untold?
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| We may be mere human; |
| from what we have seen
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| Beyond this vessel there are worlds between
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| Behold, as I watch from the shadows
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| A stranger looks back from far away realms
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| An altogether different hue
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| Surrounded by maelstroms of wistful tunes
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| I am locked in an aura of dissonant chords
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| Hear them die on the searing winds
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| Caressing hands they sculpt a resonating void
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| Familiar whispers and mocking throats
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| Mimicking the unsung vowels flowing from the heart
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| A counterweight here made flesh
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| Where time fleets and seeps in a purgatory of meaning and structure
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| Forever lost within and without, through the nothing and nowhere
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| Harnessing the madness I swore would be the end of me
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| Turned ashes into glory to last beyond my time
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| Striving for perfection I turned the very stars
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| Still it’s not enough — forever unfulfilled
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| Trudging through the path, step by torturous step
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| Insight waits for me; |
| emptiness made real
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| No sight, no senses, no feelings, no more
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| Climax closes in
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| Buried underneath — all that should have been
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| The guilt of non-creation
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| Grueling is the search for the master’s piece
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| Ever so slightly out of reach
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| Mournful statues wail; |
| empty sockets judge
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| «Father, why have you denied us eyes?»
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| The past is but a fading shroud
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| Now let go and stride with sure step through these halls
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| Visions struck me blind — I have no need for eyes
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| Here I am the one who dreams the way
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| Enigma at the end of all
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| A sapphire cruel, so radiant and vast
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| As I reach out to touch it crumbles, as do I
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| I am reborn and closer to my transience |