Corsair’s Annals Of The Transcendental

Annal 23.31.5:

Beneath the emerald atmosphere lives heavy water that roars

Filled with glowing orange moss that look like stars with souls 

Severely polluted by many ionized germs and amber spores 

Having contained the essence of our vessel within our bowls

Annal 24.4.6:

I vividly dream of a dream of us under this verdant mirage

Hoping to foster some new sense of peace and productivity

These worlds sadly continue to churn out despite self-sabotage 

Creating a cerulean aura of inner calmness and stability 

Annal 25.30.1:

We have been condemned to become two shards of glass 

Searching for many consecrated relics and intact illusions 

To become transcendentally versed with ale and sweetgrass

We are to witness all our distortion in these dream-visions 

Annal 25.28.3:

You vividly dream of a dream of us as a constellation 

Stars that feel Kafkaesque and raw yet radiating and free 

Yearning for us to live through a deep rainbow connection 

Aiming to explain that this stageplay is more than just puppetry 

Annal 25.15.7:

We dream a dream where we get thrown into the unknown

Through one of two gas giants to a black hole that is stable 

To a place where we can communicate better and learn tone 

Crashing down through the sky like space knights in a fable 

Annal 25.24.7:

Sometimes it’s almost like we wake up in the same dream 

And spend the rest of our day in a state of disassociation 

As we live in two parables yet one and act like an enigma 

We become lost In-between due to all this oversaturation

Annal 26.14.1:

You vividly dream of a dream that wouldn’t let me die 

Stuck in a pale box full of nothing but animal noise 

Praying to your deities for you only to feel passed by 

The bear and its buttons taunt you with wooden toys

Annal 26.9.4:

We have located an altar constructed by warlock and paladin

And a thorny crown of antlers cast from chimaeric bone 

Aghast at the cosmic blade of butterflies beneath its crimson 

And a throne made of transcendental coral and opalstone 

Annal 26.14.8:

I vividly dream of a dream that kills and resurrects you repeatedly

Of cloaked psychopomps that cause calamities at the circus fair 

A dream that makes them look like accidents but is of you screaming cyclically

To not search for their baby blue-eyes or touch their blonde hair

Annal 26.31.26:

I thought we both fought against the seams for our gain

Like as if it was some conquest to loot treasures and grind

Watching shadows grow mad through old factory pain

Hoping love won’t lead us to punish could render us blind 

© Niklen 9/5/26