Pneuma

When I woke My soul was solus Desolate conduit An empty pore Where my aura lay before Barricaded postulation Empirical premonition Harking with no incentive My spirit has abandoned me Centuries roaming In the darkest nothing Exploring the dross Seeking existence & existing to seek Withering away in patience Until I hear my center speak As a whole I have departed End this eternal search In this void I stalk impetus For this new pneuma I pursue