(2013)
The Sun Is the center of consciousness In our solar system Within it
As I rise From the depth of dream, A pair of eyes Meet mine Instantly
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
Aching, No object, Aching, No cause, Just aching,
I devour the light Encompassing worlds in my shadow Casting lesser beings Into the desolation of their deeds Wailing, Wailing
The Darkness Stills neither The heart Nor the mind But rather
To merge with nothing, I... ...Then when I return I’m refreshed
Lost, in the Tangle of Eternity’s Hair, I, the blind child Of Night, Inherit a dying world
There’s no one to blame but myself… I exclaimed But who is yourself that You blame? Hm... maybe I ought to think that…
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
You come before me With the veils Of your trance The wooshing And whirling
Greatness appears in a Hushed intimation, But swiftly again it departs Great devastation frustrates My elation, and drops me
Her lashes linger Softly as they bat, Like ripples on the Surface of my memory O, how she