(2013)
Lost, in the Tangle of Eternity’s Hair, I, the blind child Of Night, Inherit a dying world
I was once a pauper A vagrant rich with pride Of earthly goods I had my fill And paid with greedy eyes
Contradictions brood Like vipers in my mind, Waiting restlessly For their food I feed them
Her lashes linger Softly as they bat, Like ripples on the Surface of my memory O, how she
Aching, No object, Aching, No cause, Just aching,
To merge with nothing, I... ...Then when I return I’m refreshed
As I rise From the depth of dream, A pair of eyes Meet mine Instantly
The hunch Is back Now quick, Attack! Straighten
She implied; An imply little lie A Treacherous Treason Of body And mind
The Sun Is the center of consciousness In our solar system Within it
Every point of View, is Incredibly limited It is only One of infinite,
A true rebel Does not take The opposing course Of action He questions the
Greatness appears in a Hushed intimation, But swiftly again it departs Great devastation frustrates My elation, and drops me
There’s no one to blame but myself… I exclaimed But who is yourself that You blame? Hm... maybe I ought to think that…
There shall be no owning of human… No webs to ensnare, bind, or enmes… The noble spirit in penetrant flig… Of Liberty, Love, and Limitless… But what of sweet AMA, in sorrow…