Senseless Solace Poem by Engin Kavrak

O great guardian of the void
Utter a windy song almost on the line of utmost deliberation
Brought aloud around in sound on the line
An insomnia that is alive and under fire
How fruitful on the move I have tasted
And on the wings as I flow
Dare that I raise a sense above your plain contingency
How I am casted back in delirium in sense
To whistle to call my bird back from your realm
And to withstand your trials to immerse
Many a conflict I have sought to dispose
And at your consolation I disperse

O great guardian of the void
How the extent shadows coil above your sanctum
Seeding a course on the shudder of a cold restoration
Twinkle in stream in change to sanctify
The voluntary heed for a call to rectify
Your sharp voice of a prevented disdain
And your whole uttering of a gathering terrible justice
As the worlds twist on your swaying clash
And the mercy of your waving splash
And the raving of my flair contempt
Open your heart and let me close
I need your bloom of my senseless solace