Frozen in amber flesh,

I am drawn to the super-

conscious.

A waking dream.

Fear that excites the soul

rings inside my mind ever louder.

Dispensing the spirit towards the unknown

Dark passages lighting way.

Shadows of wild-ones lurk

Anticipation for the disregard

a novice might have of their soul.

Take into the voyage the song

of the eternal praise, I urge of men.

Need not worry I ponder,

for courage was the candle that lit path

to my internal slumber.

I must be one

with the night and the dying dawn that

awaits the return of

Congruency.

Walking through walls is only

a fraction of applause in comparison

to the difference a journey in the

world of the damned can make,

Broken clocks,

years in digits,

 fading in memory not forgot.

I ask…

The shadows respond with the

echo of cries calling shallow rains.

Physical reality swallows my void

and the tears in my eyes break the

silence and shock me back to

animated state.

My soul screams shaken unlike before!

So the quest be not uphold and

may the spirits learn to rise again

in a society of mirrored faces and

not the ingenuity of body without soul.

I reach out once more

Holding tight

returning to the unknown

in search

of my own.