deepundergroundpoetry.com
YLEM, THE BOTTOMLESS WELL
I am all, and I am one
So long as I am three
Darker than the dream, the long sleep
Cradle of unbeing, ad immemorabili
For I have shed the ego, discarded the flesh
And entered the otherness of the outer mesh
I dived deeper into my subconscious
Like a well with no bottom
Girding me, malice contained
By chains I forged from apathy
But they are rusted...
And I continue to fall
I have reached my destination
Et relicto diu ante
This desolate place, long since dead
That I kept behind a thousand doors
And frozen in time, these black halls
Such quiet that pervades even the storm
Outstretched nigh infinitely
Yet the end was reached, somehow
And I found myself aghast
At the mirror I now beheld
Bequeathed to me, my reflection
Not now or then or when, but if
From a place between devil and man
A self that I, only then realized
Have always desired to become
Ophidian eyes stared back into my depths
And, at the very same time, sucked me in
Again, I see the cascading darkness
Behind these leathery eyelids
A waterfall that sheathes the stars
And fathers my emaciated spirit
Even still, the marrow leaks
Into an effervescent pool
I drift, linger
Assailing thought
Guides my flight
Into the nihil
I seek abandon, and to be abandoned
That I may never feel the bloody tears fall
From the emergent sky who saw my pain
For I loathe its vastness
Felt decay in the wind
The time had come
To rise to the surface
And tread over oneiric waters
The sun that sought to disrupt the dream
Be now agone by scorn, and never rise
And by shadow be availed
For I no longer seek redemption
Ego resurrexit
Ex somno
Mors secuta est
Published 23rd Oct 2017
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 4
reading list entries 0
comments 3
reads 560
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
Anonymous
24th Oct 2017 8:40pm
I really like the images painted here. Dark and heavy wins the race..or something like that.
24th Oct 2017 8:49pm
Okay obscure adjective but i have to say, your poetry has always seemed very non-euclidean. And i love that. The way it contorts and twists the language to the point that ita unrecognizable as anything physical yet still maintaing a twisted relatability is brutally wonderful. Good ink.
24th Oct 2017 9:51pm
Obscure indeed, but clear of meaning. You honor me with such colourful praise.
