To obscure the masses

Underneath and within to grasp
unknowability and supreme
is within everything
and without

Damned the few awaiting
conclusions follows in steps
overturned my world
now found in chains

In a black night
I came across it
it opened and came across
floating freely now

This is unrelated
as to how I don’t know
unknowability
supreme

Ever consideres the flaws
burned within by obscurity
mountain climbing
and rocks slowly decaying

Flirtation with esoteric names
concentric circles
secret channels and poets
I am like a hurricane

About Emil Hjort

Writer, poet and mysticist.
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