Mise en Abyme: il y a

I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me. My story is not a pleasant one; it is neither sweet nor harmonious as invented stories are; it has the taste of nonsense and chaos, of madness and dreams like the lives of all men who stop deceiving themselves.  –Hesse

See a mirror

See yourself

Yourself a lie

Yourself in eyes

Eyes in the dark

Eyes pool in face

Face the world

Face the void

Void your checks

Avoid that wreck

Wreck your toys

Wreck your idols

Idolize in secret

Idolize the form

Form what is mine

Form the I

I am that

I am this

This is shifting

This is burning

Burning my nerves

Burn my mold

Mold black urns

Moulder in silence

Silence the whispers

Silence at vespers

Vespers summon stars

Vespertine visions

Visions descend

Vision descends

Descends and opens veins

Descends to where it lurks

Lurks in the dark

Lurks in the heart

Heart that degrades

Heart that sprays

Sprays through your ribs

Sprays and cascades

Cascades down mountains

Cascades over pilgrims

Pilgrims die

Pilgrims climb

Climb to the peak

Climb just to see

See a mirror

See yourself

Your self a lie

Your self in eyes

Eyes.

Lie.