Transience

Visions envelop us warm and dear
 Afflictions nurtured, unfathomable depths
 Its art form leaves us sullied, smitten
 Born from our mortality
 Brushes stroke sanity never so gentle
 Lost; deranged in a crippled mind
 Scratching the surface – nuance denied
 Devoid of spectrum – here we are blind
 Worlds bare and stricken (beckon me)
 Fears beyond counting (lost within)
 Trapped in the core of our sanctum
 Tell me, where is the purpose?
 Lost in the half-lives once spent
 On fading memories and times that never were
 By nature this hellhole will persist
 Fed far too long – now festers within
 This part of me that is not me
 Yet without which I'd cease to be
 Nightmares consume, futures unfold
 How could we rest with such stories untold?
 We may be mere human; from what we have seen
 Beyond this vessel there are worlds between
 Behold, as I watch from the shadows
 A stranger looks back from far away realms
 An altogether different hue
 Surrounded by maelstroms of wistful tunes
 I am locked in an aura of dissonant chords
 Hear them die on the searing winds
 Caressing hands they sculpt a resonating void
 Familiar whispers and mocking throats
 Mimicking the unsung vowels flowing from the heart
 A counterweight here made flesh
 Where time fleets and seeps in a purgatory of meaning and structure
 Forever lost within and without, through the nothing and nowhere
 Harnessing the madness I swore would be the end of me
 Turned ashes into glory to last beyond my time
 Striving for perfection I turned the very stars
 Still it's not enough – forever unfulfilled
 Trudging through the path, step by torturous step
 Insight waits for me; emptiness made real
 No sight, no senses, no feelings, no more
 Climax closes in
 Buried underneath – all that should have been
 The guilt of non-creation
 Grueling is the search for the master's piece
 Ever so slightly out of reach
 Mournful statues wail; empty sockets judge
 "Father, why have you denied us eyes?"
 The past is but a fading shroud
 Now let go and stride with sure step through these halls
 Visions struck me blind - I have no need for eyes
 Here I am the one who dreams the way
 Enigma at the end of all
 A sapphire cruel, so radiant and vast
 As I reach out to touch it crumbles, as do I
 I am reborn and closer to my transience