Anonymous Notes

There once was a veil, a mystic shroud, that but for a day I shun,
Lost in it’s wake was my self, and the lapse of reason begun.

I know not whence I came upon, such a device in my tale
Yet it’s squander unexpected was felt stronger than a gale

Like a stranded leaf in a mid summer breeze
Sapless I floated a while sans ease

Brought together for reasons unknown
I did the bidding for a conscience grown

Of right and wrong I spoke in the know
But knew not my eye from my brow

Oh what a folly! Inane I must confess
For the path is the goal for all to digress

Of little known things we allege to be mindful
In a garden of hollies proclaim cherries beautiful

This beginning is not that apart from the place begun
Not Me not the veil It’s the pretense that was shun.

synopsis in the comments

I am a river, a mountain, a sea
A wisp of smoke from the nether

None but crosses my door
and none I cross too

But mingled in existance
I am destined to be

I reap, I sow, I harvest, I bleed
This clay one day i shall meet

A voice lost, a face drowned
forever in eternity

A sleeping fog creeps
through these walls where I plead

I drudge, I fake, I bend, I break
In time I learn the truth

The face that resides in the smoke
The one and only maxim

That one is but alone in this world
and you are but sleeping awake