rain jasper
"After the fire, after the rain
After the sacred kissed the profane
When you came and left again
Such a captivating pain"
On that day of eternal's silence
I'd found nothing but detachments
Remnants of belongings,
Shared in revered Chattels,
Made by emblematic matter.
I tried to unearth,
What was to be found in shallow,
Was only found in the core.
The Nameless found in the sacrosanct,
Left behind, to the shattered remains.
Insignificant: Only cogitations of their mind.
Boundless: Vasting infinities in the Psyche.
Cognizance: Only recognizing concrete tangibility.
Material: Of sublunary, (un)recognizable to all.
Substantiated in our minds
Residues of truth,
And those left behind
Sitting in tainted youth
I sought out those streaks of coruscates
Entering through the forest gates
To find an abandoned acreage, rootless
Futile; To find a tree, fruitless
Stumbling across the dirt in blurred reality,
Through endless depictions, colored of shifting tonality.
In vain effort to uncover My neglected ethereal,
Ineffable to creations of the material.
In that sylvan space,
In the wandering Individual.
I found nothing but a place,
A place, to most, unbridgeable.
Proven only by vestige.
Remnants of an old message,
Those ashes remain in sacred soil,
To be spread on the ropes of a larger coil.
rare jetty
neat timber