amber roser - The oracle spilt its parables

The oracle spilt its parables.
Flung from lips of lucidity,
fragments fell into the aether
and merged with fleeting images
of unformed realities:
Translucent, intangible and undefined.

Abstract seeds of perception teeter
on the cusp of eternity and an instant.
A convergence at the margins
of an unquiet mind,
where the gravity of infinite possibility
exerts its tidal pull.

Borne on the ebb and flow
of unrealized potential,
a genesis of comprehension
severs the subordinate consciousness
from the self imposed shackles
of its covenant with ignorance.

For one ordained moment
with unencumbered eyes,
it knows itself as the receding horizon
of a universe without measure;
and implodes with a glimpse
of absolved oblivion - home.

amber roser

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