Saturnine Spells

Trapped by the horizon;

always the center of everything;

hands that only can stretch so far;

pulling the world through eyes

into the infinite void of the mind.

Casting saturnine spells

upon the projections;

a heart is turned and tuned

to the flattest note;

the layers finally ceasing to grow.

All of reality then,

turns upon itself...

collapsing the star of individuality,

while all creation becomes

caught in the wake;

souls shriveling away through time;

growing underneath;

shedding off youth;

accepting elder features;

then obliterated,

in the matter of a mere moment.

[23:48|19.9.011] ©c.thomas.carter