Transience

Shylmagoghnar

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    Visions envelop us warm and dear
    Afflictions nurtured, unfathomable depths
    Its art form leaves us sullied, smitten
    Born from our mortality
    Brushes stroke sanity never so gentle
    Lost; deranged in a crippled mind
    Scratching the surface – nuance denied
    Devoid of spectrum – here we are blind
    Worlds bare and stricken (beckon me)
    Fears beyond counting (lost within)
    Trapped in the core of our sanctum
    Tell me, where is the purpose?
    Lost in the half-lives once spent
    On fading memories and times that never were

    By nature this hellhole will persist
    Fed far too long – now festers within
    This part of me that is not me
    Yet without which I’d cease to be
    Nightmares consume, futures unfold
    How could we rest with such stories untold?
    We may be mere human; from what we have seen
    Beyond this vessel there are worlds between

    Behold, as I watch from the shadows
    A stranger looks back from far away realms
    An altogether different hue
    Surrounded by maelstroms of wistful tunes
    I am locked in an aura of dissonant chords
    Hear them die on the searing winds
    Caressing hands they sculpt a resonating void
    Familiar whispers and mocking throats
    Mimicking the unsung vowels flowing from the heart
    A counterweight here made flesh
    Where time fleets and seeps in a purgatory of meaning and structure
    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
    Turned ashes into glory to last beyond my time
    Striving for perfection I turned the very stars
    Still it’s not enough – forever unfulfilled

    Trudging through the path, step by torturous step
    Insight waits for me; emptiness made real

    No sight, no senses, no feelings, no more

    Climax closes in
    Buried underneath – all that should have been
    The guilt of non-creation
    Grueling is the search for the master’s piece
    Ever so slightly out of reach
    Mournful statues wail; empty sockets judge
    “Father, why have you denied us eyes?”

    The past is but a fading shroud
    Now let go and stride with sure step through these halls
    Visions struck me blind - I have no need for eyes
    Here I am the one who dreams the way
    Enigma at the end of all
    A sapphire cruel, so radiant and vast
    As I reach out to touch it crumbles, as do I
    I am reborn and closer to my transience

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