Cartography (Demo)

an adoration
bereft of any meaning
takes hold within us

illumination
tender glow, stolen away
sudden warm embrace

a dependency
forms from all the moments where
permanence ascends

an eternity
instantaneous it seems
these sealed seams soon shake

pixelated dreams
lead me with bright clarity
i've kept my eyes shut

Overture/Of Fire (Demo)

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Dissolve into fog to find a way out
Phase through glass, ignoring mass
Form is only a suggestion

Fill the mold
It's growing cold

Condense Condensation
Condescend

Vessel

Born of purpose and presumed clarity
A moment felt as pressure at the seal, massive and undulating
Unyielding
Now in the form of emulation, gears turn slowly
Ever forward 

Cold and alone
Wires taut and endlessly stretched beyond a horizon few can see
A collective wrought in strife and synchronicity holds dearly to the familiar
A familiar 

Craft of metal, forge abandoned 
Restraints wear thin
The caged heart shrinks at the thought of impulse
"Let us be released," a fervent cry slips through lips now broken
Smoke billows out

Soon marching rings out discordantly 
The rhythm of progress
Echoes sweep city streets, whistling hymns of augmented perfection
Embraced and everlasting
We move

The final bastion now left abandoned. Hollowness discarded in pursuit of a new dream; a shrine left in tact as a promise, ethereal.


Purpose begets purity 
One being from one goal
A wayward mark missed in haste that stole chances from now fleeting fates
Siphoned away
A pull from empty space
Lacking both time and discernible space
"How soothing"
A remark made; masterless and profoundly
Bellowing through
Events undue

The Tangle Of Machinery

Back to the wooded well again
Buckets of sand drawn slow from somewhere deep within
It weighs us down

Wistful glow, your face aflame with concern concentrated into premonitions. You saw through the toil and veil of the day to day; past the quarters and common areas, past food storages and lumber yards, workers and wanderers, past the river's erratic cuts through the camp in a pattern recognizable only to you; past the fire.

Once we shared the same sight, arriving mutually in midst of night 
Secure permanence 
The thought burned continually in cycles of solemnity 
But all things should end
The growth of us grows sinister through time
Twisted and too late to unwind

Hidden passage in name alone
Desire sets off on a road back home just to know at the end, in the end, if it all is at all the things we've once known.

Thin dark lines marked the way like faded scars along the mangled tree tops. The image of her voice shambling around as fog, deceitful and permeating; intoxicant unbound. Words that sought to repel now allure sweetly as the earth between us shrinks. Moments blend together and personas coalesce into raindrops to end a nameless drought.

Andrés Soto