Do you hear them? I do sometimes, screaming from a faint beyond, hidden in dark unexplored crevices mind, things unresolved, chaotic, desolate and destabilising, threatening to trickle through the soft membrane of waking consciousness. Do you feel them?
A fragmentation of something i can’t really place nor catch is hanging right outside the limitless edges of my mind, as if it’s a breath away, but an eternity to reach, fuck it, a futile endeavor, language won’t define it so im a fool, wondering, how does something swallow something devoid of dimensions? How is it that it’s feeding on me?
Seek only the things that move you, cherish them, let them be your poison, you are death anyway as much as you are life itself. Your fall was your ascension, sentience is holy, only because you kiss it as it flows away, bringing anew the next current.
My existence fluctuates between this
crystalline form and an inexplicable chasm.
I’m beyond sanity for no reason at all.
my opinions as my truths,
me by them is a waste of your time, I have no truths of my own
only the surety of Be.
Gods endure the pain of lifelessness caused by forever, they are dying just to feel alive, literally. Transience is holy, if it weren’t, why should I emanate?
Its the ‘dont know’,
that you know,
the only certainty.
While some look at this,
as drowning in the abyss,
some look at it,
as the ascent to heaven.
I need to retreat, soon.
Go to the dark that feeds
light I travel in.
My soul is thirsty,
spirit is leaving drunken trails
in the cosmic sands,
I’m in a dream asking,
have I forgotten who I am?