Cataclysmic proportions
of a diminutive state.
A boundary with no walls,
an infant with no escape. From void to essence
...
I remember not, all the past
Violent dreams, with misheld asp
Cowering shapes, too vague and disturbed
Plunged and raped, my mind's central nerve A visitation, not held with any honor
...
The sandman erupts
A form, just for us
Dark tinges filled
His spectral form
...
The Beginning
Cataclysmic proportions
of a diminutive state.
A boundary with no walls,
an infant with no escape. From void to essence
subliminal conscious is formed.
A life of some sorts
who is to say, the norm. Life gives to life,
as death merely accents.
The morality of creation
and by gone days that went.