A destiny by another name
Still in the back of my mind
Can’t seem to forget, erase, or unwind
Nightmare still pulsing like a dark orbits decline
A meaning for broken-ness,
a tool for tropic thunder,
To unspill the unsavory guts of an ego that blundered?
Was it for destiny to correct the path of a runner?
Bleeding love, kindness, and regret, so that main char could sputter.
Only choking and feeling fumes, noxious and realizing groomed,
at that moment of wringing, information and dark deception having seen it.
Spire atop the spectrum of shadows dancing lightly and echoing
A pyramid of causality cries out and beckons. But dead wreckoning is a reality of mortality.
Percolating, emanating, waves and split curves, splines divorced from ripped worlds.
This world is too much for me. That world is not enough for me.
But creeping ravens must lift us all. The iron curtain of grim rapture makes men of us all, crossing the rainbow bridge to the land before time. Eyes dead with understanding as love passes from color to color. Charmed, face filled with eternity, facing the unknown with enmity. Scarlet haze, take me.
An interjection, a dot of determinism
Disguised unaffirmed rhythms
What is the cardinality of the unknown?
Is the universe holding faces,
Are the deuces tied from threads?
Note to self,
A constant shrouded by measurement and fuss
Routes hyperflex forcing might into dust
It appears that a derivation is in order
But just like it oughta, the lamb is a cat
A box you can’t slaughter
Titans clash while I decay to ash
Of magnus proportion, ten thousand suns
I stand unitary, solitary, mind before sums
To think, to marvel, at a great animation
Synchronously burning with my heartbeat, foundation
Looking up at the sky, the spirals they trace
My time intersecting, illuminating a
A chance of pure will
You must love she says
A chance of pure strength
You must live she says
Who am I to stand idle while the abstract asks for the focus,
to dapple in purpose, and dance with the Opus
Magnificence of grouping, a lie continuously looping