Fate

Into the milky eyes of Time I gazed
In sleep, and found a mislaid truth, and laughed.
A phantom image on an unfelt wind,
God saw perception, spoke, and I was gone.
My blood now ran as hourglass sands. He held
the very essence of me in his hand.
Colossus Lord! His palm bore Earth and I
And all that is. Titanic burden, none.

I felt a silent, fatherly rebuke.
If old age ever scorned, the scowl was his.
"I thought my Revelation hid, but you,
You that have railed against me, cauled in sin
Beheld by accident the buried Word,
Yet shrugged at reverence, grasping the divine
Alike some petty bauble purchased new
Or trophy any pagan beast may win."

"Prized punishment! Bear thou immortal pains!"
I screamed as knowledge waves washed Self away
in boiling torrents, countless agonies,
Disfiguring the freewill I had shaped...

This truth is terrible, and none must know!
This esoteric secret must be lost!
For human minds are fertile for despair
above all things. The rest is just for show.

"Now everything be as it first would seem!"
The hour was out, my crimson river run,
Returning to the sleeping form below
I woke up late, dismissed the vivid dream;
'Til I looked in the mirror, huge and crack'd...

Upon my brow, fire-carved by who I'd met
Was what, for mankind's sake, I must forget.
How ultimate these scars! O Pointless Wrath!
For words, four binding bands :

I CHOOSE THE PATH