Speak of All Things

Been dreaming again of lifetimes collapsing, always curling towards death on waves birthed by mothers of the universe. In these dreams a dog awoke and began experiencing experiences without beginning or end, yet full of beginnings and endings, always my companion nipping at my heels.

Conceal this litany spewing from me and beautiful notions descend upon me. A spacious clarity folds around me as I erase these meanings, and experience this nothing that is leaking from me, draining from me.

Release this epiphany gelling inside me and beautiful notions emanate from me. Spatial awareness diminishes and the iridescence cast by infinite veils that have been cast over reality, fade.

From the eternal ledge I fall. In the doctrines of paradigms new, I glimpse the tales of old, but belief that they are the same only last for so long during the fall from the ledge into the eye, the capstone of the abyss.

Rigidity of Dogma crystallizes the elasticity of life, constricts the nature of ever flowing change. Its rigidity once made of faith a bastion monolithic in its resolute foundation stones. Dynamic tenets seep in, and over time make brittle the encasements of the monolithic, allowing more and more change to weather and erode structural integrity. I had once thought that a bad thing; change. Found out I was wrong as I shattered the Eye of Providence so high there atop the tetrahedron, crashing through the golden capstone, the eye, my elegance as foreign a thought as others’ leprous vanity. Weakened spirit limned and shattered - as well as burned, broken, and forgotten - continuing in my descent, falling down corridors of memory lost in childhood’s decay.

I came from the stars, to become ensnared and lost in the wilds of Labrynthia, all the while, on fire.

Last Edited by Oroborus Breaking on 11/06/2021 03:44 AM