Poem ix

Crawling along the precipice slowly, slowly      
Halt to gaze out into a vast oppressive gloom      
Where stifling fog conceals the sleeping titans      
Reducing them to amorphous silhouettes      
     
Have to get moving, there is no time, no time      
Panic approaches from the distant of the mind      
It inflames the dire task at brittle hand      
One untrue step will meet one with their end      
     
Push on ahead ever winding, ever winding      
Palms sweat profusely with each trembling step      
Dislodged rocks fall forever into the sky      
Vertigo ensnares, pricking skin with its pins      
     
Drift widely one way to the next, to the next      
Heart drops as the inevitable fall proceeds      
A black chasm consumes the feigning ground      
As I fall into the gut of converging black horizon      
     
Down, down      
Unto the light of flame      
Quietly glowing chamber      
Calling her name      
     
They say unto me      
Oh presence erupt      
Emblazon the sign      
Of the naked night      
Across the sky divine      
     
Questioning wanderer      
Wielding the sorrow of life      
Slay the because      
Fruit of the moment be ripe      
All else never was      
     
Endless churning seas      
Kiss the skies of fire      
A placid breathing      
Dreaming awake      
In frozen seething      
     
All art naught      
That art thee      
One individuation      
Legion faceted jewel      
Aeons’ inspiration      
     
Ignite now malaise      
Drown in bliss      
In the void between      
Ebbing and flowing      
Remaining unseen      
     
Appear, Appear      
Oh malevolent thunder      
Precede lightning strike      
Tear the kingdom asunder