Flashes of Potentialities

Sanded pearls falling through the narrow neck of time
Thousands of paths are furtively opening before my steps
Splinter of a temporal incision healing in a heartbeat

And thus I stand on the edge of these fractal dilemmas

The luxuriant canopy of stillborn destinies
Twisted constellations with esoteric roots
Whence shall I write an indecipherable will with an unconscious hand

If my guiding star is one mid the milky way
My life wavers between the befallen and the unbefallen

And thus, I stand on the edge of these fractal dilemmas
A mosaic of sorrow beneath those forbidden truths

Is this but the last shred of my unfulfilled dreams?
Or the unfathomable fruit of a perception surreal by its omnipresence?
My thoughts are coiling themselves up to drift along the meanders of time
As an ingenuous butterfly that would vanish into the oneiric spectrum of my bottomless sight

Fading into the void's omnipresence
I shall carry the voices of nihilism

And thus, I stand on the edge of these fractal dilemmas
A mosaic of sorrow beneath those forbidden