White Sun

Eyes open Light flies into my peripheral Blurred sand falls through my hands A warmth I never thought I'd feel again Focus This place, it feels tangible Balance, upright, atrophy Shake off the rigor, keep your mind inside your skull and breathe Exhale Turn round, face front Whisps calling to and fro (Back and forth) A trick on the eyes? (No...) Dissolution plagues my senses Rewind (Take. Me. Back. Where) I could not see No more games, I'm so weak Let me fall forever Rewind (Take. Me. Back. Where) I could not feel The Dive was a way out Cold, easy Calculated! Keep my identity That person has long since gone The universe won't shed a tear No hearts will bend, no strings will snap Fruitless sight yields no pull The forest begs "water" Roots dried This cistern shows its wear My tearing will not cease Seamless to patch the rifts The basin is leaking, levee bound The flood begets The Flood Did someone shape my advent? Was I sent by liars, called by wretches? Is there a scope I'm blind to? Or a fate I'm bound to? No trick on the eyes The ground shares a luster Questions oust my doubts Affronted by a radiant depiction Am I formed by a joke? Or ever-bent to mockery's cackle? It must have another intent Have I been given a map? Is this knot worth unraveling? Is this not worth the reverie? I feel the gaze of The Seven I am cornered in their circle The ground shakes from their revelry The laughter splits my ears, quaking in my skull Low light reflects on my own dimming Red eyes Can't drown out the call from the Black Void Dead eyes A reticent thunder Claps for relief Prodding until I relent And embrace The Pull Maybe next time the sun will shine brighter And the hand will loosen its grip The cycles have ceased Vagrant is fully submerged The Empty falls silent Pathways, unobstructed The Sun holds its fixation Will they release? Perhaps it will consume Likely to flourish? Cartography in question Compass in orbit Did someone shape my advent? Was I sent by liars, called by wretches? Is there a scope I'm blind to? Or a fate I'm bound to? The Featheries on the map Reason for the blots? Tangled and glistening Am I tangent or arctangent? Path ahead Obstructed Fathomless White abyss