What Stirs The Subtile Waters Of The Soulsphere?
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Rolling Nightwaves Foam
To Cover The Saddening Aspects
To Cloak The Brilliant Glances
To Swallow Existence Itself.
Deeply Sunken From Grandiose Heights Of Evidence
The Schizogenic Perspective Crumbles…
Cocooned By The Swirling Vortex
The Innerself Finally Becomes Calm.
Such Fragile Elysium
Is The Inner Refuge.
Oh Dignified Nautic Voyage,
Genuine Genesis Of My Navigation…
Thy Flow Engulfs The Conciousness
To Loose All Fleeing Encumbrances.
Submerging And Returning To Sight,
Mastering The Tempestuous Waters Of The Inside,
The Rising Sea Of Inmost Turbulences…
Finally Descending Beneath The Surface.
Descending Into The Waters Of Tragedy,
Streams Of Longing Shade The State Of Mind.
What Lurks Beyond Oblivion’s Floods?
Abstract Maelstrom Paragon
Man!
Behold The Exquisite Discipline Of Maelstrom Chaos…
Spiralling Deep Down Into Nothingness
Fading…
To Dare The Human Flatulency
As An Atrabilious And Suspicious Challenger Of Fate
Indeed A Longing Of Measure Unparalleled
By Far Buried By Discouraged Meditation…
A Solemn Acclamation…
…Fading!
A Sincere Oath…
…Fading!
Ye Controversial Abstract Paragon!
Minacious Vortex And Precious Gift
An Inevitable Meshwork Of Swallowed Aeons
Yet Logically Attached…
A Million’s Miserable Lamentation
Forms A Relief Of Evident Structure
Existencial Madness – Mocking The Horrid Drama Beneath
Infected Parade Of Disconsolate Appearance…
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