Bellow & Mutter Inc

Still,
I find myself frozen.
Amidst perplexive reflexion;
within matters known, and not,
enamoured with shivers
whilst aeons pass.

Absolute ethers endlessly  
coalesce and resound their tales…
May seem woe, may seem mischief,
but why not? Such art demands fear
and struck, one shall prevail.
Charged to illumine numb sight.

Strange mysteries carried on the breeze
through arching boughs and on mists, the rain…
Those whom anciently bore witness till now
and mythed the mystery for us to understand.

Giants whispering tributes
which echo the heavens.
Each a tribe within their dance,
Performing rituals; exciting sights.
Singing over the silence.

Without thought towards nurture,
their nature breathes, just breathes.
Congruent through dissolution, pure,
deeply with life, as the sea.

Unravel to comprehend
the ancient mystery,
still an unanswerable riddle.
A plague towards misery

for those praisers who’s concerns
are gods, souls, prophets or gold;
philosophy, cosmos, earth or man,
if truth’s not sought in what’s beheld.