Greylotus - Rectilinear Motion

Falling actions: The gravity of my intention to restabilize Ascends mountains White knuckles grip to no avail: We succumb to repose Rectilinear motion is what carries us on Upward, downward, inward outward Clothes imbued with the fallen wood All too familiar, I looked up at the sky The burning maples haunt my gaze Cold sweat, sunburnt, in frame they remain The raven knew the path beyond: Ascension, replacement, deliberation Enlightened now from above the hemlock sеa Through the jar the shadow smiles See mе, know me, observe me The page still won't turn Mountains, fields, caves, starlit skies All you see is the tide Head spinning Past victories were the engine of progression Now I feel that the ground beneath me Has been shifted Rendered a cartographer with an arid quill Forced to chart with obsidian swill The unwalked paths now drowned Borders saturate relinquishing free will Survival dripping, sunlight lost to brush Counter cognition cycles run Reverting, bound to identity Clothes imbued with the fallen wood All too familiar I looked down I looked down Anfractuous lines define the ground Motion is what carries us on The black ink cascading to the earth With veins coursing, the compass rose follows As Biot-Savart told: new norths defined An endless cycle awaits you Fearless reflection The gravity of my assumption of a prewritten destination Has revealed a universal constant: A progression rectilinear