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ANIMA

I. OF THE DIHEDRAL SELF I: MIND

'Tunneling through the dark
There is a singular, dim light
Aeons away, yet ever so close'

Reflected in his eyes
Was a deep cinnabar hue
Of the sunset that betrayed him
Yet the panic begins to subside
As the void encroaches

Beyond the seen, despoiled sheen
Stains of departed empathy
There waits a thousand words
To replicate humanity
As vision fades beneath the white
A symptom reached, a spark ignites
As I wade through ghosts of the moon
These cryptic dreams, what do they mean?

And those saturnine rays do illuminate
Through effervescent waste
To paint the colour of my face
A miscible gloom

There are crimson skies above
And the rain is black as night
Heavy as my eyes
That descend upon bloodied hands
In the shadow of my mind

As dear delirium within me, crawls
A twisted aperture past the walls
To fields that bellow from deep within
I claim this pleasure derived from sin
And all horizons plagued, intangible
Holographic space, dark matter separates
I yearn to escape, I seethe for the sun
But I feel this emptiness has just begun

Wings upon my fingertips
I wrote a name in quicksilver
To watch it disappear again
The red dove falls with the rain

I fell further into misery
Holding the last piece that I took with me
A fragment of what used to be
And I watched it disperse into ash
From my withering palm

There are crimson skies above
And the rain is black as night
Heavy as my eyes
That descend upon bloodied hands
In the shadow of my mind
Stolen from life
Cognizance burns like a knife
As I drown beneath cathartic tides
The wraith beyond the mirror
In the shadow of my mind

Pacing death
Moths gather to form my silhouette
To grant me vision once again
Of that deep cinnabar
Beside the self that is fading
And we share that same desire
That name we can't remember

II. HORROR VACUI I: MALNEIROPHRENIA

Entombed within
Worlds apart, the veil is thin
Advent passed to vacuity
For nil is all that becomes of this
The tortured dream recurring
Left to beg for the aftermath

The gale was silent
Upheaval of roots in atrophy
And the woods, so adamant
Howl in echoes of the dead

I watched as they fell
With sinew and vein exposed
To greet my bleak expanse
Amidst the incorporeal

And their leaves dance in front of me
Their forfeited waltz into unbeing
And past them, I am bereaved of
If only I could embrace her

I am the portrait in her stare
She felt a draft caress her hair
In this space, paler than porcelain
She is darker than her shadow
And the ichor from her gaze
The onyx orbs of the nightbringer
Inside the infinite white absence
Stopped in place, that I may wallow

She is all that remains to be observed
And I scream in foreign tongue
Until the moment she departs
Into the calm beyond the storm

Of the past that I am removed of
And time removed from reality
Her semblance slowly fades
From where light cannot reach

And birthed from the intangible horizon
Is a path with no discernible end
I behold myself once more
Before I return to dust

'I woke to a cold sweat
My heart was discordant
The translucent curtains
They waft in a forlorn wind
From the opened window

And I know, somehow
That he is gone
But the dream, so real
Beckons me'

III. HORROR VACUI II: THE AUGURY

Of smoke rings that ascend
From the bellows of the end
In shifting colours like phantoms
Bequeathed to my despair

Separated from all that I loved
This blank canvas of persona
Is all that I ever meant to be
Is all that I never was

Sensory deprivation
Within this nothingness
I feel furthest from alone

A final eclipse of unknowing
At last, I happened upon a black threshold
And as I approach, it becomes all that I see
As if swallowing me entirely
I do not doubt my fear
But I cannot turn back
Like gravity, it pulls me within

Fathomless depths, pull me under
Devoured, the remnants amalgamate
I spill into this crepuscular womb
And my distant thoughts become a tomb

Entangled in webs of confusion
Within the pulsing vein of clarity
Is this what I was searching for?

Monochrome walls, enclosing
Stripped bare my intuition
I feel I am close, yet so distant
Is this where I lose myself?

With breath, my only companion
This euphoria drawn from capriciousness
The wounds of flesh that burn stronger yet
In the labyrinthe I dwell, that I may forget

'I feel his presence here
The wind falls silent
And an ominous air fills this place'

IV. WHEN FRAGMENTS AMALGAMATE

And as the world brushes itself anew
Before my eyes, the meaning is there
Past these vacant hallways
All answers will unfold at last

But time has become abstract
Hours or decades, it is unclear to me
For how long I have ventured
But I feel as though being less aware
Brings me closer to the center

Upon these hollow halls
An impending doom resides
Burns more intensely as I stride
And as patterns diminish
In the absence of light

Infernal consciousness
Fraying as ropes in neglect
As hiraeth becomes foreign
For pain is all that I feel

I reach the precipice, the ultimatum
An empty room for an empty vessel
And a masked being emerges
As if borne from my own sight
Absent of any remaining desires
I claim his outstretched hand

My burdens absorbed
I let him take me

'From nowhere, came a masked being
And though my mind tells me to run
My heart will not allow me'

V. MYOSOTIS

Bled from the chrysalis of pain
An erudite gaze into the mouth of shame
Crestfallen she, 'neath forsaken trees
As pale as the snow shed from her wings
And she coalesced, beyond the opaque
To claim the burden of my mistake
Scarlet flows into her chest laid bare
Fulfilling the oath, from which none are spared

And I was there...
How merciful the twilight glows
Upon this fallen angel in repose
Waiting for my embrace

Of the hollow heart where ardor dies
Those coiled words, on remembrance dries
They fade into immortal night
And the starlight of her drowning eyes
Myosotis, mine
All that I have is time

VI. PARALLAX : CONSTELLATION

Within the astral haze
I behold her in another's eyes
Of longing and of distrust
For this, my decrepit guise

My captive, my caretaker
Deliver me
To the wretched core
Of phyllotaxic being
For numbness bears finite weight
In an infinite persona

There is no amelioration
Chthonic, the coffin of life
I writhe beneath
Curator of the eschaton
Can solace be found?

Her figure in the distance
With blinding light behind
Bleeding into the constellation

'His figure approaches
And in the light, comes clarity
As the mask falls to the earth'

VII. OF THE DIHEDRAL SELF II: SOUL

Boatman of purgatory
Over cascading memories
And a choir of dying worlds
Which I alone bore witness
Did they matter at all?

Every drop was a promise broken
In this ocean of tortured souls

Of the dihedral self before me
A fractured plane, from mind concealed
Within his frame rest all that I've lost
More tangible now than before they've gone

But it's she, torpor shouldered
That begged me to reach
From an insurmountable distance
With a voice that could shake mountains
Beckoning me from exile
It is with a leaded heart I must refuse
That her grimace spears me through

'I'd only wished to see you once more
My fate cannot be reversed'

But I am spared of those tears
And of horror and bewilderment
As she ascends, too far from sight
And I am left below

'As I was forced to depart
I nearly distinguished
From the shadowy depths
A smile'

And they gather to me on winds of dust
The smoke parts by wings iopterous
To claim what remains
I sigh, I am opened wide
I languish, curtail my pride
Take the nostrum inside
Of what I am in the end
There's nothing more to regret

Boatman, take me home

'A word rests upon a discarded page�
Concave, as it bled from a voiceless heart�
Reaching for lines that could mask the disdain�
Of finding that the end has become the start'

Of the dihedral self before me
A fractured plane, from mind concealed
Within his frame rest all that I've lost
More tangible now than before they've gone
Of the anhedral self to become
A twisted plane, the soul is peeled
And there's hope beyond this barren place
Where time cannot follow, but only erase

This is death

VIII. ANIMA

Shapeless, contrasted forms
In communion, intertwined
Past time-washed halos and horns
An ethereal duality, ember and rime
And paradoxically, transient, eternal
Both dead and alive, beyond the flesh
Their solemn sarabande, nihil crescendo
Scarring the traces of a paradigm

In scarcity, despoiled hope
That writes grievance upon foreheads
And turns, the pages of elegy
By death-carriaged hands

A blink from oblivion
Pulling the breath from my lungs
That emptiness beyond the facade
Is this what awaits me?

Anima
Every self that I prison is one
From my labyrinthine creation
My thoughts are bare to their tongues
And my dreams are their dominion
Anima, my fractal throne
I stand beside myself, alone

This is what shapes the moribund
In leprous flesh, sculpting corruption
Piercing the bleak walls of madness
The stained glass penumbra like talons
Purpose is clothed in dawn ophidian
Like a death moon stasis, to never wane
Of the monochrome sky, tangents descend
As black flowers bloom over the grey

My stark companion
Upon the cadence of silence
Meet me at the spire of transcendence
That we may scourge the sun
In the syzygy of our lust

Crimson comes from the echoes of a name
As mind and soul both bleed the same
And petrichor and phantom ache
Are all that my senses claim

As Ouroboros, encircled
I don the mask, my soul has passed
And the universe forgets me

Anima
Every self that I prison is one
From my labyrinthine creation
My thoughts are bare to their tongues
And my dreams are their dominion
Anima, my fractal throne
I stand beside myself, alone

My fated lover, pure and unbound
Wreathed by all the sorrow I found
She cradles the void that remains in me
And I cradle her in arms bereaved
My tragic love, I am never free
Abyssal stride, towards melancholy
I yearn that we remain worlds apart
For limbo has nought an end or start

With suffering to fill the empty space
I've turned my back on another chance
A petal drifts into your tear-soaked hand
To forget me not, as I no longer am

You watched from opalescent waters
As I merged with the event horizon
And with ambiguity

But a last whisper met her ears
'I am so sorry, my dear
You must awaken'

IX. TRANSIENCE

Until the very last breath
As the light faded from her eyes
She clung to that image
To that name
And to that same cinnabar hue
Of the sunset that couldn't keep her
Until gravity claimed her eyelids

'We found her, unconscious
Severe impact wounds and a few broken ribs
She started to rapidly bleed out
When we rescued her from what remained of the vehicle
They had to take her to the ER via helicopter
The driver was found four meters away
It appears, unfortunately
He slowly bled to death'

How cruel is time, to be denied eternity
And however long we remain alive
Our entirety is girded by a few moments
As millions of others are forgotten

Transient, we are
Waltzing through fields of stars
That are no longer there

Written by UbiquitousVoid

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Published 19th May 2018

#LifeStruggles #philosophical #TruthOfLife

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Re. ANIMA

shadow_starzzz

19th May 2018 2:34pm

A standing ovation... from here !

I adore the structure and short tale within each scene, and the language you�ve threaded throughout each offering, was absolutely brilliant.

I�m in awe of your old soul, and the way you harness words until ones psyche is penetrated, and the rush of thoughts from each scenario remains suspended during the phase of processing.

It�s a beautiful thing to be graced with such creativity ~ 😎🌹🌞🎈