Somewhere in the blazing dirge of monotony,
Fumes my pyre in angst, of desires, of dreams...of the many
unfulfilled.
To times, where it was infinite, of times too many when it
was null.
Blithe, in the charred scaffold of what I persevered to
save,
Memories,
Wishes,
Desires and dreams,
And the ones unheard
of, that I will, from fire to flame.
It lies somber, Chimera, again.
It all begun, when I was younger still,
When I knew less of all, unkind;
Trivial. Trivial to where I was, what I was, and what was to
become of me.
A mellow chirp, a slight laugh, a bruised knee and a still
brazen walk,
There was no beckoning;
Always something to smile for, something brilliant in my
sight, another mystery nature unfurled to my eyes...
It took me by surprise, the breath-taking simplicity of a
complex symbiosis,
The many dimensions I could see, the many I wished to
Believer, always itching to learn, etching knowledge, and
eager to find
Always, in a place of my own.
A midst nonchalance, is where shadows find a brook.
Breaching, like from a
valley, all that was confined.
It is also where they found me.
Here, sublime.
Glistening a far, closer still, faint and hollow dreams
became.
Daunted by dark, tainted, breached by some sort of sorcery,
A Sorcerer’s apprentice.
And from what? The dirge of familiarity.
More of unknown, of the many known.
That is where I lost my lead that is where Chimera came
forth.
That is where I began from a former self, like we all do,
from things ashore into the sea.
And now that I am duly sunken, there’s just always enough
light and never a shadow.
A slight quiver sometimes in the fire,
A little rummaging and it be sorted, from another of those
that once quivered.
All a part of what flames, all those duly continue and yield
from something benign.
All, continuum.
