Sempiternal Peregrinations

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Endurance Medium, drawing by Ben Sack

 

 

[…]

 

Listen to the void

whispering a seductive lullaby,

lulling sweetness in.

 

In silence, its form was manifest

its flaws bare - it expects trauma,

its breath - staggering

it reveals itself - a silhouette.

 

[…]

 

Visions sprung to life,

beckoning the impending…

whirlwind of disquiet.

 

The angelic silhouette…

wrought from effervescent silver

glistening vigorously in translucent splendor.

 

Effigy of bells

Trumpeting lead light

 

[…]

 

Come to the edge of reason,

Come to your senses,

sometime…never…

 

Gorge on this epiphany!

Step in this realm of bedlam

and feast yourself

on perpetual astonishment.

 

Heed the call of the one…

who knows how to read the skies…

 

[…]

 

The wounds of…

a spirit in pain.

 

Dreams in vain,

a reflection…

of life.

 

There…

back inside me,

in the trenches,

I lay asleep…

 

Brutally aware

 that still…

I am lost.

 

[…]

 

Living gold suspended,

utterly frozen in time

hidden beneath

the deepest layer

 

shrouded by a maze of mirrors,

 

veiled in tincture from the synapsary.

 

[…]

 

The act of listening…

spreads silence.

 

Primeval coalescence,

Incipient energy.

 

I learned of wonders

In the amorphous heavens.

 

And with…

a magic gesture

the first gleams

came to be

 

[…]

 

Under arcane domes

gazes diverge.

 

Crystalline edifice,

Fractured outlook.

 

Perspective refraction,

conceptual diffraction.

 

Refinement is born

In its convoluted core

 

Its epitomization - its denouement.

 

[…]

 

Divine wounds

bleed into oblivion.

 

Drip in light.

 

Haunted by

What once was

a colossus…

the void pushes

its toxic kiss.

 

[…]

 

The regret of

eyes-never-shut…

 

From them

came frothing…

everything.

 

In them…

nothing drowned.

 

This stream...

It knows no beginning - nor end

 

However - it’s beautiful.

 

[…]

 

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