These hollow, unknown whispers from the subconscious worlds,
Pull me toward their gazing light.
I follow and I stumble with frustrated delight,
To this creature of invisibility,
These forces of nature and their invincibility;
But day after day, as I wither and stray,
Tossed among swallowing rivers of decay,
I awake to the mourning of these worlds,
As they scream for the existence of a new embrace.
And wearily I stride,
Over these obstacles of mind and across the moon,
To find the skeleton key belonging
To the doors of logical disgrace.
These doors, I’ve concluded, stand before my mind,
To cast looming shadows,
And behold the mystery of what’s obtained inside.
Frightened, I admit, as to what stands beyond these objects,
But further I am pushed, obligated to finish this project.
Illusions before my eyes playing tricks to sacrifice,
Hands stride through the dark over a silver-plated device.
Turning and pushing to experience,
What has caused my heart to clench,
Eyes straining within the dark, burning emptiness.
Dilations letting the black overcome my breathing,
And I’ve proceeded too far in to this instability,
And now I must create what will thrive beyond this divinity.