The Impassable Horizon

Patient and frozen, still as the tides of time Equally amidst and throughout The cosmological carousel Is scudding along its indifferent trajectory Oblivion is collapsing Under the strain of uncertainty Sliding down the fourth dimension Of a rewritten destiny Clouded by this uncertain appearance With aquatic limbs awakening The snowdrop tore itself away From the mortal breath of abiogenesis Spreading along the breeze with rhizomes of incarnation Oblivion is collapsing Under the strain of uncertainty Sliding down the fourth dimension Of a rewritten destiny Spreading along the breeze with rhizomes of incarnation The seeds are breeding in a pulsating melody To tell the tale of their impassable horizontality To tell the aporetic decision of being beyond dust Oblivion is collapsing Under the strain of uncertainty Sliding down the fourth dimension Of a rewritten destiny Heirs of nihil upon a stone pedestal We came to life to put death in check

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

The light breeze skims along the snow mantle - scattered Over the thornless clockwork of aurora Still between my frostbitten dreams I hold The pharmakon that fell With an unborn creativity Torn apart between that beam of might And this deadly command We shall worship with wordless sighs This offering of pain For behind the mirrors that darkened those last sacred remains We foreshadowed the shape of every graveyard's expectations Still between my frostbitten dreams I hold The pharmakon that fell With an unborn creativity The eukaryotic quest Of a scared vanity Let this horizontal concern Being for prophecy... To the falls of the earth Still between my frostbitten dreams I hold The pharmakon that fell With an unborn creativity

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Our eyeless words Cast those falls away Onto wholeness Aporetic We dwell beneath the full sails Of expectant concerns Caught into the wormhole Of interfering spherical scenes We have embraced illusion Since the very point of dusk The cold absences That structure my skin Left this pleading uncompleted Uncompleted protoplasma Struggling for void Pseudopodial agony And the more we stray further from the irony of dawn The more the eclipse of existential shades fades away Caught into the wormhole Of interfering spherical scenes We have embraced illusion Since the very point of dusk

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

I stare at these hands with greed-ravaged skin Tantalus rests amongst the wisdom of his torment Like the strange citizens of a world that pushed us away We own nothing but every word that slaved us But the suffering of a proceeding embodiment Volcanoes of light We breed in expectations Madness of equity A subtle teleology I once dreamt the turmoil of a somber mouth Altering its sources into an autopoietic destiny Volcanoes of light We breed in expectations Madness of equity A subtle teleology What's the purpose of purposes When falls of the earth are meant to be? What's the meaning of all meanings If the being's only fulfilled in death? From the original abiogenetic misery To the ocean carousel of timeless suns There is nothing but accursed winds To echo those ephemeral muffled laments

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Struggling against gravity to claim for existence As sharp as the winter breeze A glint under a swirl of black flakes Faltering irony that spread from bottom to top If the impassable spells our essence We are the painters of a mythological fresco We can sense the strain over those falls Beneath an ocean of deceit Simultaneously throughout and amidst Amidst millions of snowdrops that obscured the space We broke the seaborne whiffs To arise with unexpected concerns If the impassable spells our essence We are the painters of a mythological fresco We can sense the strain over those falls Beneath an ocean of deceit Wandering to achieve a paradox Gazing into the pit beneath our bare feet Lifeless and hypostatized Handling the moment with frostbitten dreams Godless carriers of a forgotten tale They climbed up the clouds to fathom The sublime that solely looms in eclipses To paint death in luxuriant colors

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

A teeming crowd with outstretched hands Crawling forwards to wreck the moment in pieces They fixed the stars to be their sole compass And let potentialities be their only concern Black sails of melancholia Shreds of deceit under the cursing winds of daily gloom Turbid swell of a feigned compassion Drifting away from the irony of dawn Watermark spectrums Extradimensional Leading my every breath Unconsciously A eukaryotic quest To the zenith's point Aquatic limbs tight despite ocean eyes The deniers of the horizon's impassability Communed to wordlessly seal an oath And let the tides be their only concern Black sails of melancholia Shreds of deceit under the cursing winds of daily gloom Turbid swell of a feigned compassion Drifting away from the irony of dawn

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Like a strange citizen Foreshadowing the edge of the world From an outer dimension An aerial dust meant to be denied Apart from the daily communion That gathered to establish a principle of compassion Surrounded by choirs of blessed corpses - I wait Like the broken arcs of a crystal tesseract Fading into a fourth perspective An arch of cosmological vanity Between the thornless gears of this godless clockwork Monumental projection Subconscious machinists on a spherical journey we are Apart from the daily communion That gathered to establish a principle of compassion Surrounded by choirs of blessed corpses Scattering the fixed stars In prospect of the ecstatic zenith of the deniers' secret That has always been to come - I wait Pushed away beside those hidden cells Sightless, we came into the world to fathom glooms We shall erect a throne for uncertainty And become the descendants of nihil With hearts as cold as a stone pedestal With hearts as cold as a stone pedestal

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Black flakes down the embrace of the winter breeze Swirling in a communion tacit yet flawless Falling under the grip of the earth attraction Microcosmic carousel of sorrow Anonymous pseudopodia Within an ocean of deceit Hectic parthenogenesis Meaningful for no one To carve an epitaph In the name of denial Testamentary architects Aporetic Clouded by this foreseeable disappearance We drown in the blizzard that eclipsed the swell An occult mark for the deniers' truth Withering snowdrops to dig these foundations They erected their steles like so many tokens of uncertainty Spreading the dust as a covenant of life Creatures of flesh and paper We came sightless into that world Burdened by our mortal coils - we crawl In the shadow of tangible potentialities Anonymous pseudopodia Within an ocean of deceit Hectic parthenogenesis Meaningful for no one To carve an epitaph In the name of denial Testamentary architects Aporetic

Across gates of sand, for forty cycles we roamed In the grip of the sardonic suns These spectral aberrations have become The centerless figures of our attention Spherical womb Edge of the world Unto that ineffable horror we came On the nocturnal frontiers of the skies The arch of our finiteness Spherical womb Edge of the world Spherical womb Edge of the world Where everywhere Merges with nowhere "When I consider the short span of my life Absorbed into the preceding And subsequent eternity Swallowed up in the immensity of spaces Of which I know nothing and which know nothing of me... I am terrified" The insurgency rose from the mud To pierce through those crystal veils And shatter the machinist's stone pedestal With the hope left of forty earth's revolutions The insurgency rose from the dust To break the tablets of stone And seize the emptiness that lays beneath the surface A glass surface over this rootless swirl Caught into a glimpse that never came to life Black flakes under the strain of uncertainty We have faced the vanity of this attempt The faceless center of our attention Lured those ghosts into this work of absurdity Now godless watchmakers of our jammed clockworks Across those narrowing paths of sand we roam The insurgency rose from the mud To crawl between this purple dew and that light naked Stenches on the cursing winds of expectant concerns We shall face the vacuity that sublimated our earthly condition Holding this moment to let denial be our last shelter

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

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