Infinity's Trespassers
EvilToasterElf
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It's pretty dense, but I like the ending...
The dark
Wasteless wasteland, where blinking
Reveals only 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 corroding the nothingness and leaving
Trails of ambiance, like shimmering footsteps
Rippling through pools of cold midnight
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
The dark
Wasteless wasteland, where blinking
Reveals only 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 corroding the nothingness and leaving
Trails of ambiance, like shimmering footsteps
Rippling through pools of cold midnight
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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portraits of zen? the ying side?
i like this one very much, evil