Trance-Migration Of The Mind Poem by Courage Ghandih

Primitive shadows dancing on the edges of the night
I sojourn underneath broken skies of fallen spheres
Where wretched pinions of vengeful eyed scavengers take flight
Fallen birds from disenchanted constellations yonder nigh
Beckons migrating souls wandering thru the sands of Discordia
Man is a slave, the mind is a god imprisoned, encrypted on the ancient tablets of Primordia.

Nemesis descend upon primitive clay at twilights' last gleam
Aeons spirals into final moments through the portals of calculated eternity into oblivious awakening
I followed the footprints of blindfolded sculptures n heard the music of timeless redemption break the spell of suspended animation
Sacred songs no longer rides the thin air, despair steals the joys of new years, behold the clouds of ancient Primordia hurled down alas without bridle, behold old Discordias' final scene

Barefoot pilgrims bled in their soles treading upon the broken pieces of the hour glass scattered thru the miry sands of time
Wild karma beckons from behind
Stalking the unbeliever, trapped inside an iron globe, far from where peace is.