Insight

Into

some scattered breaths

of bygone moments…

Into

The abyss of broken imagination.

I delve myself,

and drown in their fantasy.

What is real?

And what unreal?

I cross the boundaries of existence

And realize, that there were none.

In the flow of wanton life,

I gather the deathliness of it all.

and the oncoming darkness,

brings with it,

The joy of non-existence,

or the existence of joyless ecstasy?

Guide me….O lord….

to that place,

where I shall close my eyes,

……and see.