Finally Awake

Streaks of madness
stream past my eyes
I wonder when
the core will arise
Bursting on the scene
with a soundless thunder
Raising the mantle
tearing it asunder
His hand is open
beckoning it on
The only choice
is to listen
and to be a pawn

In the mindless games
that mad gods play
Touching the void
to be the perfect clay
In your image
the design will remain
His only vestige
is a spreading stain
That masks the structure
and cloaks the truth
Bending reason
an eye for a tooth
Teasing the puzzle
and its pieces apart
Blind to the end
can't see to the start
But in that void
you'll find your sight
You see the pattern
and hold on tight
To branches of ideas
that cross and scatter
Some important
some hardly matter

To achieve your goal
you must be centered
In your mind
you must have entered
A place so tight
no thought can escape
Forged in emotions
to give it a shape
A landscape open
but closed inside
An endless spiral
of a joyous ride
In this place
you have no fear
Flipped out backwards
like an inverted sphere
With the infinite volume
of an empty brain
Defined by science
blessed by the arcane

It is here
that you make your choice
To wilt in silence
or to lift your voice
Through dead sleep
you must break
Eyes wide open
finally awake.