Flashes of Potentialities

Sanded pearls falling through the narrow neck of time
 Thousands of paths are furtively opening before my steps
 Splinter of a temporal incision healing in a heartbeat
 And thus I stand on the edge of these fractal dilemmas
 The luxuriant canopy of stillborn destinies
 Twisted constellations with esoteric roots
 Whence shall I write an indecipherable will with an unconscious hand
 If my guiding star is one mid the milky way
 My life wavers between the befallen and the unbefallen
 And thus I stand on the edge of these fractal dilemmas
 A mosaic of sorrow beneath those forbidden truths
 Is this but the last shred of my unfulfilled dreams?
 Or the unfathomable fruit of a perception surreal by its omnipresence?
 My thoughts are coiling themselves up to drift along the meanders of
 time – as an ingenuous butterfly that would vanish
 into the oneiric spectrum of my bottomless sight...
 Fading into the void's omnipresence
 I shall carry the voices of nihilism
 And thus I stand on the edge of these fractal dilemmas
 A mosaic of sorrow beneath those forbidden