Changeling from Changeling by Changeling

this endless fall
past uprooted selves
whose debris appals
with insipidness

has shattered the dream of identity
exposing all attachment’s fickleness

what’s left is spiritual blasphemy
an awakening of ponderous wickedness

transient as a cloud
ephemeral as a memory
if this wreckage I see looking inwards
is supposed to be me,
then who’s doing the looking?
void and vengeance shall beget
a child from below
a changeling of clandestine soul
come to crush the illusion
that there’s anyone at the helm

mirror mirror
who is there
it is I
so I must be something

mirror mirror
who’s to say
that the I of tomorrow
is the I of today

not the soul steers the eye
not the eye hosts the soul
no! the vessel itself
is what creates the sense of self

void and vengeance shall beget
a child from below
a changeling of clandestine soul
comes usurping the holiest of hearts
and no-one shall know

the mine of hubris has collapsed
caved-in onto plains
haunted by screaming shadows
specked by the little fires of hypothermic wraiths

lost in the maelstrom of withering
fading shadows of belonging
ever yearning for purpose
slithering from mirage to mirage of self-prolonging

rise

come hither, oh vivibund
the tyrant has fallen
all ye indifferent to form
but desperate to be
come and feed

crawl from whatever hole
akasha had trapped you in
as spectres to rise
as mayflies to burn
come steal this life
everyone gets a turn
everyone gets a turn

the king is dead
he never lived
all this urgency
all this worry
to protect a shell
perpetually open for every random whiff
of sentience that floats
in the sewer of the mind
in the sewer of the mind

gods, what a mess

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