Paradoxium

Take a walk with me

as we cross the bridge

between what ought to be...

between what isn't and what is.



This is the world that blends,

where pages cannot be numbered,

because eternity never ends

within the beginning of slumber,

awakening to separations that mend

into weights, over cumbered.



Let us stroll forever

through tranquil nights

in my endeavor

to part stars from their lights,

to place what is severed

within living sight

and grasp at the lever

that opens gates into minds.



Let us dismantle

this mighty machine

into the samples

of what can't be seen,

then reassemble

the pieces made free,

constructing a castle

of the stones set to be,

spanning grounds of battle

within events left unseen,

as we ride Paradoxium's saddle

into the place that cannot be..