A Poem or collection of thoughts

 Do I walk the mountain path
 or still I seek a portal past
 in the timbre trials passed
 convolude the dingy wood
 and make obscure my mood
 attempts to find a light within
 ignite the hidden darkness
 foldings black and cumbersome
 heavy to behold
 enclose about me endlessly
 let all the dead repose
 let the living suppose
 and those to be take notes
 those that were this wrote

 that which never will be
 is the medium for this creation
 teetering on title: The Abomination!

 vaporous tendrils clouds of black
 consuming everything in track
 the abhorrent deluge diver
 the serpent skin surmiser

 when darkness reveals its wingless child
 an age has passed without desire
 hidden in the celestial apathy
 a creation meant not to be
 became our most precious thing
 understanding this reflection
 of a higher plane's direction

 desire cast the final dice
 which paired together equal us
 and forth from thus impetus
 doth we walk in ignorance

 wisdom seeks itself inside
 when ought is aught but paradise
 oasis in the oceans berth
 becoming ones own water source

 telling stories speaking names
 recollecting fables, memes
 coiled up and oft excluded
 our progeny's mythology
 has been all inclusive

 mythos now is nothing later
 reverse or course the centuries
 viewing those who could see
 everything at once

over time constructions fall 
returning to the earthen maw 
everlasting marks in time are
fruitless expeditions all