Nebula

Unfurl thyself
 Uncoil amongst the sterile breath
 Of myriad star-births
 As fauna hewn from singularity
 A shimmering pellucid bloom of myopic radiation
 Paints a voidscape of febrile beauty
 Upon the weakeneing fabric of accepted reality
 The bedrock of faith naught but dust
 What secrets thus dwell within this sanguine shroud?
 What lies hidden within burning alcoves thus aflame?
 The fires rage - a silent maelstrom
 The shadows thicken - where there is light, there is darkness
 Illumination underscored by the umbra of the unknown
 Starlight - iridescent, violent and vivid
 Pour raditation unto the vortex of ignorance
 A hopeless, pitiful yearning grows
 TO rend the skein of etherial emptiness
 I reach towards a patina of death-born promises
 Clutching at rotting gossamer threads
 I call again - a wordless scream for knowledge
 I call again - a desperate howl for revelation
 Granted the limitless sight of the ascended
 I turn away now blasted by unravelled thoughts
 I call again - silent greets a throat-shredding plea
 I call again - feeble cries echo in a vacuum of nothingness