Introspector - Despite Exile

I forgot how I found myself

Stranded in this spasm of intellect

In search for the keys of uncharted portals

Lost in a prison without depth

Hollow and brittle chambers for my weakness to dwell

As I plunged in the abyss of consciousness

Empty lanes and paling impressions

Strangled by an unavoidable gaze

I kept evading until I found the thread

Until I reached the bottom of the maze

We are a crease suspended on tide

Abandoned at the mercy of events

Waiting for greater forces to seize us

Before we lose ourselves in the current

We’ll give up our sight by the clouded brims of time

To discover that there is no substance

To witness the answers contract into emblems

And feel them nesting outside our spectrum

The fragments of my identity

Confuse themselves within an infinite mirroring

Just as a set of apparitions reflecting from one to another

While all that’s essential slithers away with the light

Deprived of the center I never had

I merge with the surfaces that unfold throughout me

Delivered and devoid of nothing

We are a crease suspended on tide

Abandoned at the mercy of events

Waiting for grater forces to seize us

Before we lose ourselves in the current

We’ll give up our sight by the clouded brims of time.