Hidden In The Fog A Desolate Spectaculum
Far – and yet all too near…
Augmenting as swift and turbulent streams
There arose a multitude of atomic thoughts
Bred for long within.
For life itself in this momentum
Inhospitable appears and desolate,
Nor known by nor knowing me…
Shall I then part - hence whither wander down
Into a lower realm? Departure from this dwelling
In obscure Twilight to remain?
In lurking patience some uncouth cell
‘Mongst horrid views and ebon shades
Hence vain deceiving joys
In unanswered decay to e’erforth dwell…
Hovering existence slowly drowned
In thick hideous dreams.
For in a sad leaden downward cast
My dreams consumed all life at last.
As swift and turbulent streams
There arose a multitude of atomic thoughts
Bred for long within.
For in a sad leaden downward cast
My dreams consumed all life at last.
To appear in spite of sorrows
And at the sight of heart-bleaking unlight
To bid for gentle morrows.
Shall I then part - hence whither wander down
Into a lower realm? Departure from this dwelling
In obscure Twilight to remain?
As nightfall far too oft belies
The dawn’s gentle promises – all.
By appearing in many dreadful guises
It turns unrecognizable.
As swift and turbulent streams
There arose a multitude of atomic thoughts
Bred for long within.
Scion of despair - reason vanished like smoke
In longing for those whom I left behind…
In me the all-forsaken living part of eternity!
Inextricable web of elusive reflections
Bearing the cruel refractory reminiscence.
To sorrow now… repent? Or pray?
The mystery still binding me – leave me not
In death’s ashen dust.
