The Clandestine Gate

Reflected whisper of me, a drowned ruse
Shallow dug in a pulsing maze
Deafened foe
I see- glowing in a labyrinth of waves
The aired specter, deception of the light
That I follow

Sculpted emptiness of all things
Held in shade, cast by the spark
Returning veil
Hollow specter bleeding on the dark
The fleeting breath in the returning light
That I follow

Incessant wheel of time, dawn’s bodies
Formless waves frozen in night
Immutable eyes
Stare infinite and squander sight
Gaze backwards but the waxing light
That I follow
The moment’s hands eluded by that which time astrays
Scorch the flames of tomorrows to ashes by today
A lifetime’s shadow
Under wingless wind to flight, unborn memory array
That echoes in forever, decay bloomed of the light
That I follow

The greatest weight, the breathed wind blown gone
What innumerable shudders of the recurring past
Open ahead
What matter of a flown moment shall spread last
In blooming decay under the climbing light
That I follow

The greatest weight, this recurring dawn
The greatest weight, falling glass the rising gate
Of a sightless phantom
Sullen butcher, the fleeing horizon that forever escapes
Crashing wave of chariots, arrows of the light
That I follow
The moment, if ascent from the sinking blindness
Would remove the barbs from their hold
Emerging spring
A phantom forest rises in the dawn’s cold
Bleeding wounds pulse in the light
That I follow

If water could stand, prehensive stone sea
An arrow loosed at forever will soon crash
As blind waves
Climbing rain light throned, the wind shuts
Ten thousand gates- mirrored graves of dawn
Blinded foe
I hear- in walls ravens lead upon
Beneath the warless chariot of blinding light
That I follow
Unhallowed ubiquitous grasp
Hold everything to the light
That I follow

Dawn shrouding the void to pass
That when daylight comes- arrows of birth loose
And death rains

In the imbrued dawn of springs wound
Worms pulse the breathless veins
Of permeation’s throne
Below and above the mountains reign
Enfleshing the spineless ribs of light
That I follow

No- but striking life, dawns phantom truth
Climbing to darkness shedding the light
That I follow

Death’s waking crown a blinding shore
Breaking waves reaching above
The beginning
Of the end of night it grew of
Stone organ, purging in the light
That I follow
Purging storm, clandestine gate, the glare escapes
Carving mountains, pulsing gale, the light reappears

The world’s worn
Skin pile folds, in the distance birth nears
In sinking blackness under waves of light
That I follow

An edge above time, heaven’s spire
The precipitous tip of death’s sight, soon
Still air, unshadow the miser stone
Time, wind into the world of dust
Falling, climbing
Hold untouched a fleeting breath’s cusp
Of recurring eternity, the rising light
That I follow

(Tooth of predation)
The down-stroking rapacious eye of doom
In the diadem of waves through the light
That I follow