The oracle spilt its parables. <br />Flung from lips of lucidity, <br />fragments fell into the aether <br />and merged with fleeting images <br />of unformed realities: <br />Translucent, intangible and undefined. <br /> <br />Abstract seeds of perception teeter <br />on the cusp of eternity and an instant. <br />A convergence at the margins <br />of an unquiet mind, <br />where the gravity of infinite possibility <br />exerts its tidal pull. <br /> <br />Borne on the ebb and flow <br />of unrealized potential, <br />a genesis of comprehension <br />severs the subordinate consciousness <br />from the self imposed shackles <br />of its covenant with ignorance. <br /> <br />For one ordained moment <br />with unencumbered eyes, <br />it knows itself as the receding horizon <br />of a universe without measure; <br />and implodes with a glimpse <br />of absolved oblivion - home.<br /><br />amber roser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-oracle-spilt-its-parables/
