COSMOGRAPHY

COSMOGRAPHY.

Alone,

 A knight in isolation,

I am a gash in the eye of absurdity,

Collected with others

I have no discern of myself,

Thoughts become a mish-mash

Looking into the eye of the vastness

In the company of others I am manifest !

Desolate displacement

upon displacement,

Impossible connection both inside and out;

I have no choice,

Reality is stripped of all meaning,

While stars shine incandescently from within;

This endless flatland is surreal,

You cannot put a name to it,

It cannot be pin-pointed,

It cannot be appraised,

This is no accuracy

in measuring the chaos

of ordered confusion;

And there is no solace either,

only the empty gate, leading nowhere;

There are no solutions in these dried up ruins,

( real life is clandestine )

Not even a reference-point, a guide for the lost,

Not even a furnace, a purifying all consuming fire,

Not even a ghost, or a shadow to scare our steps.

Memories that clutch, screaming, clawing,

Dragging us back to some abstruse definition,

Softness on the coldness,

A bloated mass of abstracts.

Elucidation evades us,

Indefinable fragments emaciate themselves;

The labyrinth is incoherent !

We turn and turn again,

not knowing from where we start,

 or where we will end;

Adversity sucks at our power

and we become antipathetic;

With each step forward,

We walk into the shadow,

With each shadow,

 We step forward;

Petulant in our prudence.

And god sleeps in a splintered alcove,

Jailed by our idea of it,

We pray for guidance

 and close our eyes,

We plead for help and turn away,

Soliloquy in place of empathy,

Vehemence over instruction.

What a dark dark coming we have had of it,

Pressing against our own faces,

The desert turns its head

astonished at its own valour !

It seems so obvious sometimes,

that there should be four of us,

The two that are inside

and the others external,

All ghosts in appearance.

...And the others,

Walking alone in bewildered company,

Caught in the spell of language.

This is the cold wall,

Which we came to examine,

We assess its front,

Scrutinize its length,

Question its peak,

and observe its foundations,

But we cannot see the juxtapose,

Nor what may be hidden on the other side,

In this awesome ! limitless !

infinitely inexplicable space;

The dust is asking questions. !

We cannot cease from exploration,

we move nearer to our destiny,

Yet all our exploring

has been but a desert that walks upon another,

This is the way of the stars,

not in time, because time is relative,

not from here the time of others;

The chaos that searches for order

Finding only itself.

We do not know where we go,

or from where we came,

Who we are, Why we are,

Or where we are,

Whichever way we look,

Within or without,

The horizon stretches from view;

Inwards and outwards,

Time here and time there,

Past, future and present,

Endless endless analysis,

Incessant unremitting appraisal,

We reach out from this point;

and the paradox confounds us !

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