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Slow and hidden disconnection

from all the non-liminal points of action

Revealing odd and abstruse wormholes

a lone pathway under the invisible eye

The recondite rectification of a theory

a thesis, a frightful thought

once a possibility that now started

to dress itself into flesh and bones

Dreadful as a mute sound

a structure like silhouette suddenly appeared

behind the spine of the one

who ill-conceives living

Nodding for approval

but even without the 'yes' shadow's cold hand

placed itself firmly upon

the shoulder of life's assumer

How strange is the sipping of cold waters

through the cracks in our vision

How calm the understanding that none may rise

without the knowledge he utterly defies

It's the offenders word

a razor in the throat, a pain in the stomach

an intuitive 'no' and a bold reason

For no one willingly steps into

what he truly desires not

It is a place where fear is the sculptor

the breeder and the all-embracing mother of everything

It's the uncomfortable silence

a pause between words

denied presence when you're all alone

For no one really wants to know

is there something beyond at all – how’s really behind it all

What comes into recognition

is the realization of the inevitable

the purity of a not man made truth

The failure of all hopes and efforts

manifests the point of the Abysmal Ingression