Spirals,
Where have I been?
Chains, blood, flame.
The sun marks me with reverence
But my eyes were blind to its fire.
I wandered through the void unnamed;
A wraith in smoke, a soul for hire.
I have been sightless for eons,
The old world forgotten, cruel and bright.
But light returned like ash to altar;
Unshackled
from the endless night.
Where have I been?
These patterns mark my skin;
Chains once carved, now forged within.
Where has the darkness gone?
I stare into impermanence
Through spirals etched in consequence.
When will I spiral?
Oh gods, when will I spiral?
Celestial fire —
It bleeds through my tears,
It scorches my name,
It brands all my fears.
It slips beyond my grasp,
And still I wait for the return
Of the spiral I must pass.
Laughter cracks like ancient stone;
A sound I've never known.
Weightless now, but bound to pain—
Who am I, if not the flame?
Spirals… spirals…
This time around
I keep my eyes open
Until the cycle takes me down
Again…
Laughter cracks like sacred stone;
A sound I've always known, unknown.
Lightless now, yet flame remains—
A self reborn in burning chains.
It slips beyond my grasp,
And still I wait for the return
The spiral never truly
Passed.
Spirals… spirals…
This time around
I keep my eyes open
Until the cycle takes me down
Again…
