to escape the eclipse

skill to comprehend,
nor will to understand,
do you possess within,
when you assume the end,
actions pose imitation,
and willpower is pretend.

toward the scorched horizon,
beyond their hopes or reason,
i've set forth to finally become,
by essential challenge,
what had always beckoned,
sung by the awakened.

[If, as nothing, I return,] I'd meet again to talk your 'truth(?) of error', [in the end.]