"Primordial Epiphany"

There is a dark place that exists in
the outer-limits of our bodies; still
not having entered into this vessel
thoughts, powers, forces dwell
there, brooding and forming...

Just waiting for us to open up the
doors and gates of our minds and
hearts perception, to bid them a
warm welcoming


I seem to be grasping at something
that's just out of reach; I can see it
just ahead and try to take it into my
hands...

but, it is like the wind - it drifts through my fingers like times
shifting-sands -

I can feel it just beneath my surface;
with it I attempt to reconnect...

it appears pointless, but, for now I'll
not relent or recant

I'll take all of these words and arrange them into my own
order; sufficiently to tell
my story

They are everyone's, but, these, they are mine...

my fucked-up life, I'll use them to
define and describe

There seems to come this point
in your life when you reach a
moment of clarity, and, it
wakes you the Fuck up
and you marvel at your
life's demise; you think
realizationally...

"Have I Outstayed My Time" ...

This, I've done already, more
than once or twice

So, now, I'm digging deep here; I'm
conjuring-up and exhuming all of
my inner-daemons...

I'm examining them for answers
and reasons; following-out all of
the channels of the depths that
descend into the nether-regions
of my soul, to ascertain what
they were ere, when they
were still yet void

In the hollow recesses, without
form, without shape, metaphysical...

Primordial