Infinity's Tresspassers
EvilToasterElf
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this is kickin it old school - Ali - this is the whole poem of the line you reminded me of
Infinity’s Tresspassers
The dark,
wasteless wasteland,
where blinking reveals
the absence of eyes.
Do they work?
There is no sight,
no imagery,
no metaphors
in the void
where stars bloom,
spreading roots of light,
tendrils of brightness
spanning the oceans of existence.
Spears smoothly corrode
the nothingness
leaving trails of ambiance,
shimmering footsteps
rippling midnight pools.
Donating selective sight
to the absence
Running directionless
to the same destination,
to nowhere,
until it is content
with the bleak horizon.
Headlong
into the thicket of rocks
Thorns in orbit,
derelicts of hope,
slicing the blackness
until it bleeds creation,
sapped of innuendos,
drained of the burdens
of religious gravity
Desperately clutching
to the freedom
of emptiness,
giddy
with endless exploration
Nestling thoughts
in cradles of imagination
and glorious apocalypse,
seething with orange
and yellow energies
Currentless winds of fire
crashing on timeless shores
ashen embers,
glowing helixes of personality
Struggling to thrive
in insignificance
Bustling
with green and blue fantasies,
bubbling and breathing
with tatters of consciousness
Spikes of jade foliage
Gathered around
the spinning infernos
like painted tribes
feverishly dancing naked
in the sultry palace of the gods
Trespassers of infinity
Thieves of happiness
the wide eyed orphans of immortality
cry in each other’s arms
the dusk of death has eroded
pounded by eons of evolving rains
and the parading dawn, like a lost child
in a crowded square, sobs with the greatest
of all realizations, it is no longer alone
Infinity’s Tresspassers
The dark,
wasteless wasteland,
where blinking reveals
the absence of eyes.
Do they work?
There is no sight,
no imagery,
no metaphors
in the void
where stars bloom,
spreading roots of light,
tendrils of brightness
spanning the oceans of existence.
Spears smoothly corrode
the nothingness
leaving trails of ambiance,
shimmering footsteps
rippling midnight pools.
Donating selective sight
to the absence
Running directionless
to the same destination,
to nowhere,
until it is content
with the bleak horizon.
Headlong
into the thicket of rocks
Thorns in orbit,
derelicts of hope,
slicing the blackness
until it bleeds creation,
sapped of innuendos,
drained of the burdens
of religious gravity
Desperately clutching
to the freedom
of emptiness,
giddy
with endless exploration
Nestling thoughts
in cradles of imagination
and glorious apocalypse,
seething with orange
and yellow energies
Currentless winds of fire
crashing on timeless shores
ashen embers,
glowing helixes of personality
Struggling to thrive
in insignificance
Bustling
with green and blue fantasies,
bubbling and breathing
with tatters of consciousness
Spikes of jade foliage
Gathered around
the spinning infernos
like painted tribes
feverishly dancing naked
in the sultry palace of the gods
Trespassers of infinity
Thieves of happiness
the wide eyed orphans of immortality
cry in each other’s arms
the dusk of death has eroded
pounded by eons of evolving rains
and the parading dawn, like a lost child
in a crowded square, sobs with the greatest
of all realizations, it is no longer alone
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And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key