Something ineffable;
the droves of life
denied in splendor
to the mind

Something perplexing
a vexing muse of
reality
infused with abnormality

That absurd thing
we call the soul
ever whispers
even in its screams
we behold

Questions fledging
answers swarm
to ride on seraph’s wings
above the storm

Never being
erred, and e’er become
All but streaming
fleeing, gleamed in
growth, amidst hope
with such aplomb

We are meant
in the meaningless
Squandered passions
roused ambivalence

In freedom
we are lost
Untethered from truth
As we amass the idle questioning
Formed in what makes us
Aloof

What does it mean
to be
human?

Monstrous indulgences
of wandering in abundance
seeking shelter
in the wholeness
of fulfillment

Yet
We are ever empty
Never fully

We

The earth is never still
torrential momentum
can you feel it too?
The way the universe moves in pivots
on clockwork, centripetal lensing

Locked upon the surface, inert
Stagnant never stopping
Living in transitions
I am
Expeditious

If I were cast
into the void of nought
to sit in stillness
would Time shift
to a grinding halt?

Would the gears of reality
befall me
as I am consumed
into the fleeting rescendance?

Light-speed is dark
color blurs, and lines of stars
are not but imagery
when nothing can reach a mass
which tears itself from gravity
unmoving

If I were to melt
into time itself
becoming spaghettified
energetic, formless
would’st petrificatiON
arise belied to existence?

Could, then, I be
without me
without freeform, broken
penchant

Time shifts in days on
Ever standing in coagulant collision
Universal
Rot

Many dimensions intersect us
Poking through the perforations
Of the quantum flux

And soulbound to the collective
Is the suspended intervision

I am introspect, delicate derelict
A piece of self, its own
Unknown to space’s haste
A purer nothing

Then pop!
Come I, again, to being
To become undone by tunneling
Through infinitesimal
Again, herein
The fabrix of
what Matters

Energies compounding
From base to crown resounding
That which grasps eternity abounding
As points upon the spine make raise to founding
In the manifest of magick

Ensorcelled by the whims of one’s intention
To form from what’s suspended, predilection
Make thralls as growth enlivened by affection
Coursing freely into frames betwixt within

Tis the catalyst of dreams
The ether streams
Which called upon, should gleam into the extant

Qi formed from the vortexes of multitude;
of coalescent pools
of extradimensional splendor
Whence all as one is fragmented
to individual endeavor

To call upon the forces of the soul
Amass a spectacle of power everflowing
To command the wealth of all abundance in the throes
Of what becomes you

Insight and true elation
In spiritual hibernation
To bloom, consumed in new beginnings
As a sage of magix brimming

The ought and oft surrendered unto happenstance
Unbound to choice wherein all falls to chance
To be in bliss, and pierce the veil with light as lance
As magick is what holds me
I am supported on the all begotten energies
of spiritual transcendence