How did I end up in here?


I must not lay my sight
on the inanimate structures

Lest my mind rip apart
with sadness and terror

They're tempting me,
but I persist

Slowly making my way
Breathing the unsightly air

The sickly sun
is an obstacle in my way...


This light behaves
like no light should behave

Its acidic ebb and flow
brings me down

Down further inside
the land above

It seems endless
I did not heed the warning...


The idol glandulous
Oojon Sejon stands tall

I want to kneel, I want to kneel
But I fly


Fragmented earth all around me
I smell the musk of lost souls

Chromatic overloading
The mind slowly explodes

Human senses fail to make sense
of this great abyss

Human senses fail

Human senses fail...

Realms Of Oojon Sejon


Here fetid boxes lie,
a hundred score fetid boxes.

Ostensibly a storage,
but this room lacks certain subtle qualities
that would indicate a man-made unkempt state
instead of pure, primal disorder...

No matter how you shuffle and arrange,
push, lift or turn around the boxes
towards irrational formation...

While the gaze is turned away,
- often inside, to escape the present day -
things tend to move, relapse,
back towards chaos.

But I must remain here.
To tame this wilderness that
refuses to change.

Like shifting sands, sans harmony or reason
from the laws of the universe.

What external forces move these boxes
apart from me?

None! I cannot understand.

While the gaze is turned away, often inside,
things tend to move, relapse,
back towards chaos.


Iltami

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