know where

A constellation of thought
I am embedded within myself
Torrents of pain, the tracers loom above
What is begotten is what will be
Am I to recount the life
of what was, or
what is to be
The mind is numb the eye is clear
Oceans swell and the sky is dark
A prisoner escapes the fragments
and into the void
Shadows reign in the mist
A cell is cleaved
a child raises an innocent hand
to a distant light