Hidden In The Fog The Ignoramus' Elegy
In me, the all-forsaken living part of eternity!
The unscattered nemesis lies buried… yet undead!
Evermoving onwards – through sombre pits and massive
excess
Gaining perception through heart and skin.
Time is it indeed – impenetrable…
Disguising euphemistically from us
What we value high…
Fate is wrapped in nocuous obscurity.
“Discrete thoughts were forged in deceiving arrogance…”
Me – psychotic… Sculptor of thy stone-cold counterfeit.
Me - dwelling naked in the dark…
Awakened the dormant enigma,
Drawing two lines in the sand,
Perceiving three thought-steps ahead!
In me, the all-forsaken living part of eternity!
Time is it indeed – impenetrable…
And hearken… for reverence died in silence.
Invisible then,
The withered branches of my soul
Have turned evident, exposed…
For all to behold!
As relinquished remnants
Laying scattered in widest breadth.
Kindred images declining…
What would betoken the astray débris of my life?
I linger on in the obscure miasma
As fear creeps up to me.
I feel some shapeless threat to approach…
No way to avert the impending ruin?
Time is it indeed – impenetrable…
Disguising euphemistically from us
What we value high…
Fate is wrapped in nocuous obscurity.
In me, the all-forsaken living part of eternity!
“And joys triumphant crowned these gentle days…”
Me – psychotic… Sculptor of thy stone-cold counterfeit.
Me - dwelling naked in the dark…
Awakened the dormant enigma,
Drawing two lines in the sand,
Perceiving three thought-steps ahead!
Such, some dire event hangs o'er my troubled brow,
Some woeful thoughts I have to breed
In misery untold. O ne’er, ne’er
Was my foreboding mind distrest before
With such incessant grief.
Hear, the dismal cry!
