Lost in essence without animation,
Rejections of conscious physicality,
Stalked the movements of those blessed with
Life and mortal temptation.
Avarice built over ages of watching
These temporary sparks of radiance
Glow, wither and die,
Passing through God’s eye.
Lost in essence without animation,
Rejections of conscious physicality,
Avarice built over ages of watching
These temporary sparks of radiance
Glow, wither and die,
Passing through God’s eye.
Resentment and hatred
Birthed from the lather
Of time mixed with their jealousy
And restlessness.
After eons of searching, with endless analysis,
A gateway into life was found in the states of dreams,
Riding the line between REM and consciousness,
Their vehicles of excarnation found purchase.
Engines fueled by consuming the spirals of imagination,
Churning through the fields of sleeping minds.
Churn through
The fields
Sleeping minds.
Seeing
Smelling
Tasting
Through the eyes of the hollow,
Perception is transformed.
To witness the substance
Of a world they’d never known.
Through the eyes of the hollow,
Perception is transformed.
To witness the substance
Of a world they’d never known.
Churning through the fields of the sleeping minds, excreting the souls
And enslaving the bodies as machines,
As machines.