Hypnopompic

A Poem by Perdition

If someday I return, crowned by evolution, bound by axis,

If one day I command the thirst and spell of want , and from this night, this gnosis weave a realm of cloud and conscious, pulse and grief, a sword beneath my name, I will forsake within and so without bear my wounded heaven, my sin of vision brushed upon my light

I will build no more my state from the fallacy of bliss, I will guide no temple from the architect, no quiver, no Eros

I will hold the sky by wing, trim the stars from their alchemy thus by reason, my day no longer vexed in cruel conclusion. I will braid the land into this mind and by compulsion force the planets from their chains,

In all that reigns of life geocentric, the sun will rise no more, and my soul forever sleep, freed from dreams and from charms of the prison Morpheus.

© 2021 Perdition

Author's Note

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Poetic Beauty

The last stanza says so much. Freed from charms and prison. Feeling trapped in a prison is agony.

Posted 3 Years Ago

3 Years Ago

From the agony of all our failures and successes will only come the war in our reality, I think abou.. read more

Gypsy Warrior Queen

now where would be the fun in that?....maybe next time I wont be so snarky....maybe...

Posted 3 Years Ago

3 Years Ago

Snarky is as snarky does Gypsy! Oh yeah..smiles and thanks! ;p

jacob erin-cilberto

I agree with lightsong. I feel Like I should pay you for the session.
Everything turns on its axis...our lives turn as they should, but maybe it would be nice
to be able to come back...no chains, just total freedom, if only we could do that
without creating chaos--I think we could.
j.

Posted 3 Years Ago

3 Years Ago

Karma J. That crazy thing that we can't shrug away...but maybe..lol. Thank you kind sir and as alway.. read more

lightsong

If You asked me, I think You would be a great Psychologist, I never read someone who can dive deep into the states of a human being like You do, most importantly not in a chaotic way as many will do, but with clarity and confidence.

"my day no longer vexed by cruel conclusion" our critical mind can be a true burden if we didn't learn how to keep its voice low not allowing it to control us, of course when we are deep thinkers and ponders You can imagine how it must be. this place between sleeping and waking, is the place where miracles and magic born.