Anguishes Droplets : Apotheosis
Hath this locus been tread before?Does my intellect embark on dissolution?
Behold my visage; ascribe me to the lunatic fringe.
Attend my passage, and witness the illusion's dissolution.
Clasp my extremity, or doth mistrust prevail?
We dwell in imminent peril.
Behold my visage; ascribe me to the lunatic fringe.
Attend my passage, and witness the illusion's dissolution.
Clasp my extremity, or doth mistrust prevail?
We dwell in imminent peril.
The culpability rests upon my spirit.
At the verge of Man's ratiocination,
Schemata of extra-dimensional flight reside,
A deliberate secession from the mundane.
The tesseract—a geometric siren—cajoles my essence!
I shall usurp the cosmic filaments!
Frustration doth greet its kindred failure;
Iterate the endeavor! Recur the striving!
Yet, her phantom summons persists.
May I draw you nearer, and submerge within your phantasms?
I avow that reveries transcend mere articulation;
Dreams we have entombed while yet animate.
The nightmare acquires tangibility.
Still do I supplicate and importune for augmentation!
My optic orbs shall remain perpetually unsutured!
Indissolubly wedded to the nocturnal expanse!
Hush now, thou tender infant; let no syllable be uttered.
I spurn destiny for covert reasons I cannot divulge.
We engage in the deception of our own psyches.
How long must we tarry for divine remission?
Is inquiry a transgression?
Rise from your genuflection!
Frustration doth greet its kindred failure;
Iterate the endeavor! Recur the striving!
A murmur intrudes; a sentinel observes.
Grandiose hallucinations plague my vision!
In what stygian locale do I reside?
Deliver me from my own self-agency!
For I can no longer participate in this morbific masquerade!
Just as I deemed the travail concluded,
Galaxies proffer their silent ingress!
I am a maniac!
Paranoia and mental derangement define me! I am Deific!
Psychotic and fraught with self-contempt!
Still do I supplicate and importune for augmentation!
Indissolubly wedded to the nocturnal expanse!
My optic orbs shall remain perpetually unsutured!
I have pilgrimed afar, contested the flight of every nebula;
Now solitude is my companion, a subtle doom.
If one final opportunity for reconnaissance were granted,
I would seize your manus and re-enact the entirety.