On this parasophical journey

My essence is spurning

Thoughtscapes steeped in psychal distortions

Memories brittle like porcelain

Ailing from infections of sorrow

Yesterday's mirth is the bale of tomorrow

The urge to dissolve into the endless

Withheld only by the pangs of repentance

Have I ever been here, or was I never gone?

What the strata displaced, the enigma beyond reveals

Anemoia, forgone chases

Ghosts of what could have become

In endless time and boundless spaces

A master stroke remains but one

Scattered winds elicit ringing of a monody so fond

Yet I can’t prolong

The evanescent face to which that trembling voice belonged

And so I contort

Pain unrelinquished becomes the eyewall of the storm

Submitting to collapse and reform

Cast away these earthly poisons

So that I may brave the void

Brimful mind and gnawing conscience

Withhold me no longer from where I once truly belonged

On this paralogical journey

I become vessel to the unworldly

Limitations stemming from soma

No longer vex nor do they obstruct me

Now that the great eye has awakened

Every path I've crossed and forsaken

Dissipates toward a great vortex

Where my own tethers splice with the gorging vermian of death

Here in the ghylls churning with the mind's industries

Gone is the rift between knowledge and what’s fantasy

Hitherward drew the steps of my final odyssey

Intersecting the unknown

Leftward mirrors evince my vice and lechery

To the right leers the face I allowed the world to see

Yet the schism resolves to coherency

When condensed to monotone

And thus, henceforth

Opposites must come to an accord

For once unformed

Contradicting phases cancel out

Outward and inward, my structures begin to yield

Pith torn out from foreign flesh

Thither a peregrine carved into living stone

Stretched beyond which stands my lineage - to be devoured