ink injected

seamless, the circling waters 
rise to the edge of antiquity 
faceless in the hollow of man 
spurned by a burning soul 
cast from the nether-regions 
to wither in contempt for 
these living breaths 


timeless, shadow of the clock 
bearing the monotony within 
a construct of temporal motion 
radial seperation of the whole 
where each turn of the tide 
brings the dawn no closer 
towards the wilting dusk 


hopeless, losing primal instinct 
shutdowns in cerebral circuitry 
imprints on a single negative 
tell many a tale of memory 
submerged in a foreign blend 
with no discernible edges 
leaving the faculty of vision 
incapable of rendering any 
form of thought corporeal 


sightless, then now and forever 
the silence of a sash bound seer 
combing the astral for substance 
threads of the celestial map 
to weave his wires into webs 
and catch a sense of direction from 
the needle of a spinning compass 
magnetically driven from the source 
guiding faltering steps to shelter 
under a ceiling made of sky 


aimless, nomadic wandering 
hastening the footsteps fall 
to echo in four dimensions 
reverberation of the spirit 
strands of sombre sunlight 
pushing further into depth 
to spill the ink upwards 
spreading nervous impulse 
beyond the reaches 
of simple pain 
allowing that 
slender slice 


that minute 
amount required 
for that single breath 
robed in ambience 


before the ink 
runs down