Rising Oblivion

Truths are flickering at the rate of my steps' parallax
 I gaze upon this sphere with an eye stranger to itself
 Like a serpentine river curling its frozen coils up
 Abysmal epicenter of our circular projections
 The elusive modulations of the field of possibles
 Shaped these ghosts with deformed masks – as real as fleeting
 The Wight affixed its violence with a bewitched tongue
 The evanescence of life carved into our flesh
 Piercing through skin and choking bones
 Its words became stratified in symbolic sediments
 Eternity from the burning shivers of their existence
 Human flimsiness' macrocosmic reflections
 The elusive modulations of the field of possibles
 Shaped these ghosts with deformed masks – as real as fleeting
 The Wight affixed its violence with a bewitched tongue
 The evanescence of life carved into our flesh
 Harrowing shadows wriggling into a spiritual abyss
 From a boundless might with unconscious moves
 Whispering a disturbing future in the ear of a misty past
 My soul is a constantly born-again oblivion
 Newborn oblivion
 Spirit's incision
 Abyss of my soul
 Dawn of damnation