the ocean, defined in chaos, revels in it
the waves, rhythmic, honoured to itself
take me back to the sand banked shores
up the winding slopes in journeys silent
through to peaks sat atop the lands
through valleys parting quilts of trees
through creeks moulding stone and rock
through paths carved by men not named
through winds hiding olden song
Visiting again
Who would have thought
That you'd lay claim
To a thousand graves?
I SCREAM OUT INTO NAMELESS VOIDS
MY ONLY CORRESPONDENCE THE SELF
A DENIAL OF THE RAWEST ELEMENT WITHIN
RAGE AGAINST THE HUMAN, RAGE AGAINST THE LIGHT
LOOK OUT INTO AETHERS BEYOND AND RELINQUISH THE NESTED WORRY
ONLY SERVES TO SEPERATE, TO PUNISH, A RETRIBUTION FOR NAUGHT CRIME
IN THE END OF THE SPIRAL THERE COMES A MOMENT OF STILL PEACE
WHEN YOUR EYES LOCK WITH THE SKIES AND BLINK AT PAST SORROWS