mortal tissue

Peering into a Labyrinth of mortal tissue and bone 

not as the peeping tom you secretly are, 

but as A voyeur a voyeur to the soul's darkest recesses,

a clandestine explorer of the labyrinthine of the corridors of consciousness.

Oh, how so very wretchedly profound. 

You Inspect sinew for shapes in the shadows, 

the amorphous blobs of black and white ,

of light and dark.

Thoughts twist and coil as serpents in the mist, 

their forms elusive,

shifting between light and shadow, 

tween truth and deceit. 

Whispers slither forth from the abyss.

Murmerings leaking from its inky lips. 

What do you see?

Taunting

What do you see?

Answers remain elusive,

veiled behind a curtain of uncertainty.

You grasp desperately at the strands of cognition, 

a drowning man clutching at shadows ... 

... a drowning man clutching at shadows,

trying to decipher the secrets of the universe,

from a handful of stardust just out of reach. 

Grains of sand slipping through his finger tips. 

A fool's errand,

damned by merky ambiguity. 

Your brow furrows,

your muscles tense,

you lean closer, 

closer still, 

You squint and you squirm,

trying to force sense upon the senseless.

You squint and you squirm. 

You squirm you squint.

You hunch over,

lean in.

Shrink your spine and extend your chin. 

Jaw locked, 

yet ajar. 

Pupils pinpointed,

sinking into the paper as pools of ink.

Thats it.

Thats the spot right there. 

Goosebumps ripple over your skin, 

sight clicks into focus.

Ambiguity dissipates,

And there they are,

the images you sought,

unfolding before you like the pages of a forbidden tome.

Revelations,

A dagger to the heart, 

truth,

Ashard of shattered glass,

into the Labyrinth of mortal tissue and bone.