The Pendulum

What a marvelous beauty that is
 That of an incomprehensible abyss
 As astonishing as the sun,
 Yet so hideous in it's vagueness
 What an agony to exist
 Balancing between matter and nihil
 As simple as the feel of the wind
 Yet vast like a cosmic ocean
 How the subconscious is able to provide
 A layer that severs perception from nothing
 An amalgam of incoherent entities
 That form the essence of life
 Dwelling on the brink of void
 In the shade of the eyelid
 A scarlet shape crawls
 Inside the eyes a projection
 An organic machine
 Slowly molding reality
 The pendulum demands
 To cherish the relentless pace of time
 Amidst eleven dimensions
 Matter collapses to the glint of a moment
 The failure of the abyss
 It's inability to judge
 Beyond the terms of it's likeness
 Bound to it's very being
 An eagle untethered in it's cage
 Pondering upon the human potential
 The social reflection of the abyss
 Condemned to be biased against it's own existence
 Still meant to transcend it's natural limits
 In the shade of the eyelid
 A scarlet shape crawls
 Inside the eyes a projection
 An organic machine
 Slowly molding reality