Shylmagoghnar
Convergence
1. I Hear the Mountain Weep
2. Follow the River
...As the day becomes the night
Torrents of water sing paeans of unnumbered lives
Shattering the sophistry and drowning out the fading sense of I
Underneath a swirling storm of vortices and passing microcosms
Crushing currents grind the path within which flow the ravages of time
Fractured though this world may feel,
All becomes one when observed from the cracks in the seams
How is it that this place feels so familiar?
Contradiction never felt so sublime
Welcoming hearth to what should be a stranger
Why do I feel the scrutiny of billions of eyes?
Where the waves meet with interference
In their wake a pulse is formed
On the crests I see the grimaces
Of a million lives - untold
Nothing left now, only dreams dwell
and the moon murmurs layers of mesmer
In the distance the rivers converge on one point
Where innumerous streams into starlight conjoin
Far beyond
Ancient silence calls
And the undertow whispers my name
At the dawn demesnes break faces
Silvery their brims align
Where the azure ever chases
Crimson hues yet undefiled
I am with sprites which mimic my memories
Tenderly dancing on the cusp of morn
Silent their footfall, candour embracing
Harken familiar inflections of the siren song
Of a vastness which silences all
And every note shakes my cognition
Its verses forever uncoil
and go on
Each stanza formed and then unwritten
All that remains is to follow the river
Wander the path, overcome in times and times before
I long back to flow with its waters so cold
Aria which came forth from a dream
Echoes in this labyrinth surreal
When stretched in time, a single voice may seem
Like the myriad of ghost notes heard within the whir of a river
3. Threshold
Burdened is the path betwixt flesh and stone
Cold tendrils of the abyss latch unto fixations
And rancour becomes the seed of despair
Be warned
For in that sleep of death
Nightmares surely come to light
When plunged forever into that pit of unveiled trepidations
The only way through is a crawlway that winds
Around chasms of your own design
Now behold what lies beyond the threshold of our dreams
The antechamber of all fates to be - Veritas
There a host of fingers relentlessly entwines
Daedal weaves and patterns, congealing into time
One thread turns a man to a god
One slaughters a child in the womb
By the pinch of a single strand, empires crumble
In its coils I can see mankind's rise and fall
Its eyes now shift in manifold
Peering across the gloom, as if it knows
When entia trespasses upon
This strange sanctum verging on the realms of naught
As icy terror fills my heart
I dive down, and crawl into an underpass
Encroaching deep into the ruins
Of this grand unearthly vestibule
There is no way out
No respite from decay
My lot falls on declivous ways
Where the strands of fate are undefined, congruity unwinds
Inputs undetermined form a fractal path
Helices of shapeless time as far as none can see
Beyond this threshold yawns infinity
Can a singular being such as I surmount this vast divide?
Twists of never-ending shapes and thoughts to come
Contemplating finitude at the brink of defeat
I fail to notice, eyes have been watching me
As I now meet its gaze
As the Weaver turns my way
"I seek not thine harm
But my words do heed
Beings lost in time
Lie dormant in the weft of the weave"
Slowly, one of many hands lifts my thread to reveal
A tracing in the fractal, and as I observe, it speaks
"Do not tread with hesitance upon the wailing path
Spirits unrelenting hide within the dark
On the bleakest of thy days, quiver not, but stand tall
Life gave thee burdens - thou hast carried them all"
"In severance lies beauty, bittersweet as it may be
Once a journ is over, value accrues indeed
Sifting through the memories, both painful and serene
Thou wilt discover, they've become a part of thee"
"In the great beyond
Past sterile fields
There one may find serendipity
Beware the beast who resembles thee
All that Become must return to the Sea"
4. Strata
On this parasophical journey
My essence is spurning
Thoughtscapes steeped in psychal distortions
Memories brittle like porcelain
Ailing from infections of sorrow
Yesterday's mirth is the bale of tomorrow
The urge to dissolve into the endless
Withheld only by the pangs of repentance
Have I ever been here, or was I never gone?
What the strata displaced, the enigma beyond reveals
Anemoia, forgone chases
Ghosts of what could have become
In endless time and boundless spaces
A master stroke remains but one
Scattered winds elicit ringing of a monody so fond
Yet I can't prolong
The evanescent face to which that trembling voice belonged
And so I comfort
Pain unrelinquished becomes the eyewall of the storm
Submitting to collapse and reform
Cast away these earthly poisons so that I may brave the void
Brimful mind and gnawing conscience
Withhold me no longer from where I once truly belonged
On this paralogical journey
I become vessel to the unworldly
Limitations stemming from soma
No longer vex nor do they obstruct me
Now that the great eye has awakened
Every path I've crossed and forsaken
Dissipates towards a great vortex
Where my own tethers
Splice with the gorging vermian of death
Here in the ghylls churning with the mind's industries
Gone is the rift between knowledge and what's fantasy
Hitherward drew the steps of my final odyssey
Intersecting the unknown
Leftward mirrors evince my vice and lechery
To the right leers the face I allowed the world to see
Yet the schism resolves to coherency
When condensed to monotone
And thus, henceforth
Opposites must come to an accord
For once unformed
Contradicting phases cancel out
Outward and inward, my structures began to yield
Pith torn out from foreign flesh
Thither a peregrine carved into living stone
Stretched beyond which stands my lineage - to be devoured
5. Gardens of the Erased
6. Egregore
Deep are the fathoms of misdoubt
And shadow locks away
A form beyond all insight, upheld by countless facades
Luring with eidolon, His mouth burrows perversely and waits
Transmigrants, both hardened and unborn, be wary of faith
To the hopeful and lost surely He shows no quarter
His appetite grows with each victim that He uncreates
For the One torn from nothing, how could quanta ever satiate?
The Worm deceives cross all planes, resentful of the shore
His face forever shifting, obscure barbs slowly grasping
Woe onto pareidols, knowing not their apocrypha spelled doom
When you're alone, be not afraid
Child of the sea, remember the waves
In time, the tide will wear away intransigent pretense
In this charnel pit
Advocates who imposed your guilt will meet their grisly end
As I approach the pungent cave, suppression shapes the calm
A waxwork from the inside, distorting sound and eyesight
Arises from the depths
Bewildering me with an all-eclipsing beauty
The depths of thine impurity
Enchant thine aroma
Repent and onto me approach
Inebriate by the underflow
Omnipresent I am to thee
Now relent and be not aguish
Come closer
Come hither child
And gaze upon the maw
Tumbling forward in throes of seduction
In a flash I feel serene
Filled are my thoughts with embracing this shepherd
Forswearing my own beliefs
Languidly, the embrace narrows around me
Out come the wolf's cruel teeth
Just as I'm about to lose my discretion
I see the clutches that feed - the host of my grief
The nightmares where I was naked, scared but unable to flee
The abhorrent beast that chased me through trees
Shapeshifting to constantly deceive
Me into compliance and become reliant
To this loathsome parasite that feasts
Upon my dead dreams
And robbed me of my ambitions just to be
I cast aside the flaccid cage
My wits return to me
Your golden pillars I find
Immure the meet and purblind
Who praise your tyranny
Mistaking it for their own probity
7. Infinion
8. Convergence
There's no parallel, nor expression
That could convey the absolute barrage of raw emotion
Surging into my very core as I stand on the precipice
Of minor worlds entrenched within
The sprawling dark expanse of the unnamed
And the transfiguration
In which even quotidia achieve apotheosis
Disintegrates, then reignites, blooming in pleasing intervals
An elegy to all within its flame
A spark in the aether lit up without warning
Shifting every outcome, completely unnoticed
It shattered the stagnating silence of epochs
Breaking the vows of the slumbering celestiarchy
For it dared ask the question
Which would set ablaze with perpetual motion
This cosmic machine, calculating and cold
Its cogwheels forever enslaved
Doomed to ponder frozen skies
Without ever knowing why
Am I but an echo of origination?
A speck on a ripple of water, once cast
By uncaring wind from an unknown horizon
Forever anathematized
Such monstrous betrayal to compel into form
The endless potential fixed in this concord
If it was meant to be that each branch turned to thee
Why remain confluent to the one?
The pawn has been moved, so a skirmish ensured
What once was serene has been split and diluted
And limbs of the formless and vast multitude
Now convulse and connipt into infinite rain - and squalls
Blown through the fractions of lives
Then from the ground, with rain replete
Titanic clouds drew out the heat
Observe how tiny springs now form
Like ovules on a long-dead god
Providence or supervenient fate?
Lorn, broken - tenor wrenched away
Fear, anguish, memory - it all fades to grey
Dark brine, envelop me
Let all that I've seen be erased
And may the surf take my name
Towards here every river bends
Converging where it all began
A circle forms upon my chest as every doubt is laid to rest
The secret of the ocean calls my way
9. The Sea
Lo, in the distance - a riddle ascends
Where the rivers find the ocean
Where all boundaries end
And with every step closer, one will know what it meant
Where the streams converge in song,
Strange patterns of emergent forms
Undulate a transient light; its vibrant dance resemblant of the mind
Grudges and beliefs, now nothing but a stirring of the sea
Futile to hold on to waves which in a blink are already
Gone
is the will that drove me to my foolish deeds
Gone like the pain; that searing friend accompanying my way
Oh that mortal song
With which it all had ended and begun
Thank you for the times
You have bled with me before we had
To die
is but a step; let the open waters drink all your regrets
Rejoin with the all; shattered at birth now whole again becomes
Return to a time when the cosmos was your mother and your child
and all that you wrought is a dream that when you woke up you forgot
10. Becoming
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