The 9th Sphere

Cascading Black Waters Look to the Sea Horizon
Behold the Cleansing Wave Wall Released
Into Sweet Oblivion Perished… Swept away
Escape this Dimension to Herald the Other…
Such Divinity could it be Conceived?
Gracefully drowning in the Sadness Chalice
Given where the Shimmering Skies to soar
At the Beginning of a Journey. Ascending to the Spheres
Flocking as always around a Spiteful Monument
Being that of the Self Image
A Quest for Immortality suceeding only in Proving Futility
Celestial Silence Greeting… the Mirror’s Opposite End
Through Acknowledgement reaching Wisdom
Grandure seeking… Dearth of Compassion
Cyclopean Hubris… Never to aspire to Grandness
Knowledge plundering through Ancestor Wisdom
To any extent I cannot know it all
Cosmos Thou art Chaos…
Mortality conceived thee Orderly
Then only the Chill Void remains
Echoing with all Grief
Rendering Me Fulfillment bereft
…Not even in own Eyes Significant…