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