Psychomantium of the mind; To see, to write.

<body> Psychomantium of the mind; To see, to write.

Beyond the mirror, beyond Oceanus

lies the ever elusive yet inevitable realm of Elysium. Attainable before the passing, yet only via the reflections of our inner thoughts. For only within can we find true redemption or true death. In the twilight hours before our time, we would thus pen and construct, a psychomantium of regret and forlorn hope, the leavings of many a consciousness.

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Monday, August 6, 2007

Quietus

Through half-opened eyes I viewed
The empty plains and endless hills

A prayer, engraved upon my headstone
On the sublime mountains I climbed
In search of another view.

Solitairy footsteps I found
Upon the beach

Yet the sand beneath my feet
I stirred, no longer.

Boundless ocean-sky
Of oil and canvas
Of such similarity
Yet of such difference.
Embracing the horizon
Yet eternally parallel.

A song that beckons
Beyond that sea of unconsciousness
That resounds through time and space
A beautifully cruel melody

The sounds of sadness
That accompanies us at our birth
At our death
A requiem
For the minute speck of existence

I gaze at the cloudless sky
Where art thou, nimbus?
Lest thou seekest same as mine?

victor-y
Aaaaaa. Still waiting for my lit journal. rawr.
-Schmier

beauty is as beauty does; we write what we think