Stream of Debris - Poema Arcanus

There used to be home

A fair deal of some sort

Absolute world, a secure world

The cub now feels strong

He escapes to see the storms

Absolute world, now a bleak world

Without Roots, without shelters

No fears but the fear of freedom´s void

Building on this air, a card castle

Built only to witness its collapse.

Without roots, without gods.

Just clear vision

A constant walk along a ledge

At last line, a dead end

Feet on dark mind

The free soul dwells in vertigo

A material legacy we left behind our steps

Lifeless, useless

Behold the absence becoming flesh

He old air inside my empty home

Dust and silence

Will feed the ghost of memories gone

A doomed attempt to say forever

In mortal men´s domain

Dragging the dead weight of time

The hangman in disguise

Collecting, acquiring, storing

A dream of transcendence that expired

Collecting, acquiring, storing

A stream of debris we call life.