Infinion

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Lo, in the distance - a riddle ascends Where the rivers find the ocean Where all boundaries end And with every step closer, one will know what it meant Where the streams converge in song, Strange patterns of emergent forms Undulate a transient light; its vibrant dance resemblant of the mind Grudges and beliefs, now nothing but a stirring of the sea Futile to hold on to waves which in a blink are already Gone is the will that drove me to my foolish deeds Gone like the pain; that searing friend accompanying my way Oh that mortal song With which it all had ended and begun Thank you for the times You have bled with me before we had To die is but a step; let the open waters drink all your regrets Rejoin with the all; shattered at birth now whole again becomes Return to a time when the cosmos was your mother and your child and all that you wrought is a dream that when you woke up you forgot

Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 10, 2025

...As the day becomes the night Torrents of water sing paeans of unnumbered lives Shattering the sophistry and drowning out the fading sense of I Underneath a swirling storm of vortices and passing microcosms Crushing currents grind the path within which flow the ravages of time Fractured though this world may feel, All becomes one when observed from the cracks in the seams How is it that this place feels so familiar? Contradiction never felt so sublime Welcoming hearth to what should be a stranger Why do I feel the scrutiny of billions of eyes? Where the waves meet with interference In their wake a pulse is formed On the crests I see the grimaces Of a million lives - untold Nothing left now, only dreams dwell and the moon murmurs layers of mesmer In the distance the rivers converge on one point Where innumerous streams into starlight conjoin Far beyond Ancient silence calls And the undertow whispers my name At the dawn demesnes break faces Silvery their brims align Where the azure ever chases Crimson hues yet undefiled I am with sprites which mimic my memories Tenderly dancing on the cusp of morn Silent their footfall, candour embracing Harken familiar inflections of the siren song Of a vastness which silences all And every note shakes my cognition Its verses forever uncoil and go on Each stanza formed and then unwritten All that remains is to follow the river Wander the path, overcome in times and times before I long back to flow with its waters so cold Aria which came forth from a dream Echoes in this labyrinth surreal When stretched in time, a single voice may seem Like the myriad of ghost notes heard within the whir of a river

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 10, 2025