Unique Key

THE UNIQUE KEY

When will essence reveal my plan?
Inquietude haunts me as I wait for the answer in the blue studio room;
Here images are conceived and nurtured and circles in water disappear
As the remnants of the blood room fade I begin to unlock the patterns within the images
and the way they link to the passages of my past

Stillness needs to embrace me and the journey between the two rooms
As the years cast shade and complacency over them I exist alone in
the memory of the monologue painting and the loss of a soul on a marble floor

I am a unique key floating in water
Disturbed by the ripples that life creates
Still expecting the evaporation of instinct; I am waiting for the purpose to be made clear

My origins are born in the wake of such metaphors
I am intrigued by the course of the eternal lie
and the ambiguity of a future that is predestined but affected by the choices I make

Through an opaque eye the episodes of the unique key are rendered into paintings
Epilogues and prologues, each caused by the last and source for the next
They are the intricate patterns of circumstance that converge to manipulate my sight

In the world of dreams the multitudes of emblems become rational
Yet while still yearning for the night or inheriting the magic darkness
I am ridiculed by life’s simplicities as the ease at which I once moved erodes
Is it any wonder that I am obsessed with disdain for my atrophy?

I am a unique key floating in water
Disturbed by the ripples that life creates
While still expecting the evaporation of instinct;
I am waiting for the purpose to be made clear