The Immoral Consequence

by G.L. Cullen:

I am lost to the moonlight beyond;
The circumference of the eternal waves,
Leave behind a tumor of distraught and disparity;
Yet no one told us.
I am beyond Lovecraft’s wall of sleep,
And I am beyond all reasoning;
So thought I…
So thought the King…
Rusted harnesses caress and dishevel,
While distant translucent beings draw near;
Silently breathing, sightlessly seeing.
I am lost within myself,
For I belong within the immoral consequence;
A place where time, value, and equation coexist.
God has gone beyond mathematics to show us this;
The fractured thread of illumination.
A world mirrored beyond the essence of thought,
And I am its vessel to be carried forth.

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