You experience darkness.
Within the heart is numbing bleakness, a blackness,
Morose in each facet,
Trepidation and wonder with weight that encumbers,
Cause questioned elation, not sure if,
You’ve forsaken all human sensation,
Or if by chance have been taken to the summit of stimulation.
You begin to believe that your soul and mind,
Have transcended through space, oblivion and time,
Now left to exist in a parallel abyss.
Reminiscent it seems though specifically faltering,
This sudden realm of obscurity shows passes of purity,
With light unrelenting that pierces the mind,
Delete answers to questions of once hoped to find,
Glow of the dark embraces with shine,
As reflections recoil through echoes of time.
As you gain clarity of your atmosphere,
Abrupt, you find comfort within your parameter.
You’ve been here before.
Not physically sure, and thoughts are still scattered
The surrounding matter carries no recollection or relevance for that matter,
But emotionally you recognize the feel.
The awareness.
The stage of this place visually vague without focus,
Yet you stand here familiar and precise in assurance,
Your process of thought is halted with common reminders of,
Freedom, utopia, bliss,
Control.
Control of your touch.
Control of your sight.
Control of your abilities, your facilities, and ideas that might,
Have eluded you in the formal,
But now through times portal,
Mortal propensities yield divinity tendencies,
Among space within places yet to be foretold,
Nor Existing in scrolls from the prophets of old,
In passages cold dawn plucked from the road,
Or seldom enrolled through sheets of nights fold,
And now to behold the anomalous pretense,
Translucent in thought with lucidity vision,
A question of quest now comes to fruition,
From lingering sense,
Your decisions and consequence averted from fallacy,
Fixed by the scrutiny of saintly capacity.

You remember this place well. Various elements have eluded you, surfacing through life.
You’re not sure why, but this time things seems more apparent, a parent in truth.
You feel this encounter exceeds all previous quests, crossing the threshold of awareness.
Your soul is awake. You have looked into your own eyes and viewed the passage of life.
You assess this dream world with full knowledge of your capabilities and a navigator of truth.
Your very fate ceases to exist as result of this ultimate epiphanistic awareness.

Never were your eyes more familiar with the solace from this time in space.
Never has your emotion carried this fine a texture apparent to the feel of space in time.
Never will you be more capable of capturing the essence, no measures of time in space.
Never have you tasted formal bitterness under this world of space in time.
Never are sounds from paradoxical air left to interfere with the pattern of time in space.

It seems that you’re familiar with control
but can only relate the results to an inevitable victim.
The formal world played host to many a success
but no matter how selfless seemed the deed
this perpetual balance of good and bad laced your sub-conscious with guilt and uncertainty.
As your grip on reality tightened, so too did the claw of confusion in your mind.
Your quest for answers only offered more questions.
Yet as you stand on weightless majesty, redemption fills your soul.
No victim is apparent and no consequence will shatter this pure felicity.
True reality races through your heart.
Your path has ended.
Your quest is complete.
You’ve pre-maturely untangled secrets behind the cause of our heart-beat.
And as your feet begin to slip in to this blissful array,
The day turns to night for a second then day,
Again dawns among infinite morns of infinite sleep and intricate turns,
In interim forms, as days of your born,
Flash from the past, cast innocence gone,
In transient song, sung brief to the tongue,
Waves of your days and their ways are all summed,
And weighed above One,
When cleared for the threshold,
Time burns and flesh becomes cold,

Bear witness to those who gather in droves,
Among folds of others told of your instinct,
Shedding tears among peers not sure of their space link,
A wise man appears with a glance and a slow wink,
For he too is close and boasted internally,
Assure of his purpose, prepared for eternity,
His whiskers leave whispers less sincerely stellar,
Of places and faces and hopes to endeavor,
For he has doubled your path and tripled the weather,
Yet in light of your sight, considers you clever,
He marks with a grin of envious honesty,
As if he knew what was next and you found the property,
But he’s sure of what’s real and it’s your turn to feel,
His final appeal becomes suspended in space,
Mortally fading and falling from grace,
And chasing in place the last to the race appearing in dream in front of your face,

He seems to embrace a sour-full taste laced with selfish ability and means to save face,
A layer of lies worn as a prize in sizes too small, concealing the eyes,
A wretch of what’s left, ’til awareness of death,
Mentality fooled the rest and himself,
For clarity is proved in reflections of self,
And his has been worn and wiped from his memory,
A banished perception of ready self-imagery,
So many tainted eyes in false-pride receptions,
Deceitful intentions provoke self-adulation,
His reflection is lost within mist of neglection,

When close to no breath resulted a shrewd man,
Doing what do-can,
To make sense of the time so carelessly shuffled,
Exploited, and muffled the blessings of self,
Eleventh hour thinking now wiser in wealth,
Thought to make use of knowledge discarded,
Recycle opinions and re-evaluate part of,
What he learned at eight, (of when you get to the gate),
Began to relate and wore his head straight,
But a physical balance was last of his chances,
Now physically distorted in unproportioned mangles,
Bending at angles for infinite pain,
His eyes cast regret.

No remorse on this plane.

In acts of unselfishness you reach for his touch,
And you find that HIS world resulted in dust,
Crushed and unbated in venomous fate,
None left to await,
This time now of dust becomes a spiritual exodus,
As oblivion grasps to screams of the sin,
Straining in vein with denial of fin,
Anger and pain fade with insanity-plagued noise,
Into the realm of the parallel abyss,
That now exists opposite of yours…