Enferlain

Vessels are crossing the infinite seas, Only one at a time. They take me to a many galleries, And unlike the pictures I see, The landscape painted within me, Is nothing but a charcoal. But it is my own, This charred canvas is my only mirror.

Have you beheld the other side, I ask? Living as dead inside this cocoon of yours, bereaved of realities uncommon to you. Have you looked to the depths with your eyes shut, Fearing the tide, to be cast ashore, Or have you beheld the abyss for what it is? For there is no truth to be grasped without glancing first; The key to all shut gates, towards farther seas, Is to be found but in your own play. So I ask you, will you set sail at once, behold oceans, Or will you keep on floating from the waves?