Journey

Into the void my tracks have led,

through shifting visions in the sand.

A shapeless oasis that's never still,

the ceaseless urge that one cannot kill.

In visions bring which pierce the skull,

the years fly by while time grows cold.

The temporal horizon laid bare and plain,

arisen from the nameless that's named.

A path is wound - a web is spun,

converging tracks and splitting - some.

The chaotic weave is never unwound,

to the very end our lives our bound.

Into the void my tracks will lead,

A scattered path pierced through the weave.