Stare and admire.
Decipher you.

Behold primitive icons.
Rise of elder ancients. Builders of time.
Where are the gentle giants?
Where have you gone?

Stare into ancestral eyes.

How, why?
Did you manifest the mountain?

There must have been a way.
I appear too small.

How, why?
Did you manifest the mountain?
Constructed the pillars?
Why did you leave us alone?

Your wise men know not a thing.

Overcome the slumbering eye.
Invite insomnia again.
Rise of the original mason.
Avert my eyes to penetrate the walls.

For you, mover of skies
Sculptor of landscapes
Almighty artist, you are.

Stretching his wings
Over cyclical stardust.
Carving the canyons.

On to Terra.

Try to fathom your gargantuan ways.
Far down tempests, you roar.
Silent matrix, shaping waves out of the sea. Sway.
Gracious design.

Sire of motion.
Sever the skies.
Summon the cyclone now.

Harness the seven waters.
Show us the nature of your turbulence.

Come forth beside. May the downburst restore you.

Warp the seasons.
Order through chaos.

Wipe out the condescending now
As you make way for the future saint.

This is how it began.
The ritual burst into us and them.

Held my palm to the orchard’s eye.
To see.
To see without sight.
To sit on the Oracle’s throne
to shine on the vibrant soil.

As below, so above.
The trees have eyes.
So surreal.

Shine, eternal one.
Instill me divine sight.

With an omniscient steadiness,
prophets weep in your presence.
Proud are the still living sons of Amesha.
Let it be known.
Their roots hold the answer.
We're all sail and no anchor.

I’m but a mark inside of your skin.
All my minds in your ghost.
I see now you are I. Alive.

Shape my unintentional altered karma from your insides.
Father of my deserted eye. May you roar.

Disobey the rover.

Coma, suspend my impatience.
Attending your comfort, consolation.
Relieve, pacify.

I generate the impossible All.
Every thought aligned with exterior eyes.
There's a reason behind this sudden relapse
Of the all-torturous mind
And you're the key.

Never once in a timeless aeon have I ever known order.
God is in the slumber, yet I remain awake.

Bow.

Right when I had adopted the silence,
You throw me back into the noises.
God is in the slumber, yet I remain awake.

Soon, my recurring state of crisis
Will bring along a reassuring end.

And I will be unrestricted, unattached.
Only heart in hand.

Soon, the passing hours
Will unearth the everything.
Free.

Shine, omniscient sun. Emerge.
For years I followed but now I lead with a weary pride.

Contemplate the years bewildered by the sun.
Overeager.
A never-ending, overwhelming progression.
And I'm the centre.

I’m the core.

Finally, momentary silent joy.
Brief as it began, so abruptly it will pass.

The haze conceals the shore until
The dusk reveals the stars behind a fading sun.
How soon.

You’re unveiling the celestial sea before my eyes.
The dim spiraling in shades of nothing.

The disappearing glow, where to?
Who am I to breathe your light?
Send a sky my way so I
Can see the beacons of the gods.

Mesmerizing. I feel your appearance.
You’re the light’s emissary
Who hides through indifference.
You coward.

Descend from your towers.
The second you show your faces, I’ll be God.
Of the sunrise,
Daybreak.
Ivory liars.

It’s my time.
Draw me inside you.

Bring forth the meteors.
Clashing of the hammers.

I’m still hoping for a sign.
Show me eternal dusk.

How dare you paralyze the light
That guides me steady on the earth.
Awakened with temporary eyes,
I tremble at the thought of your return.

May your rivers turn my journey into a vivid dream.
Distant.

Submerge all I define. Source of the All.
You, maker mine.

Realign our divided ties.
Reassign all that imparts my eye.

Now you’ve devoured the Sun.
I’m weary of its return.

Womb to ocean.
Springtide, approach.

Merge. Pour. Unleash the oasis.
Born in utter shadows, now I’ve shed this burden once mine.

Every birth must come with its destruction.
Such a disappointing congregation.

This will be my final thought.
Drown.
Sink.