Truths are flickering at the rate of my steps parallax I gaze upon this sphere with an eye stranger to itself Like a serpentine river curling its frozen coils up Abysmal epicenter of our circular projections The elusive modulations of the field of possibles Shaped these ghosts with deformed masks as real as fleeting The Wight affixed its violence with a bewitched tongue The evanescence of life carved into our flesh Piercing through skin and choking bones Its words became stratified in symbolic sediments Eternity from the burning shivers of their existence Human flimsiness macrocosmic reflections The elusive modulations of the field of possibles Shaped these ghosts with deformed masks as real as fleeting The Wight affixed its violence with a bewitched tongue The evanescence of life carved into our flesh Harrowing shadows wriggling into a spiritual abyss From a boundless might with unconscious moves Whispering a disturbing future in the ear of a misty past My soul is a constantly bornagain oblivion Newborn oblivion Spirits incision Abyss of my soul Dawn of damnation
modulation, evanescence, affixed, wight, elusive