No retreat, no surrender....
I stood once on the edge of oblivion. Pushed over the edge and pulled to safety at the same time. I once looked into the abyss that encompassed everything around me. It was thick enough to push against. I once layed there leaning against the palpable sound that started off as a lamb and roared in my head like a freight train. Once I got up to dust myself off, I looked back out across my sea of random. Ghosts of the past and present washed up on the shores and looked at me with a puzzled frame of reference. Should I be able to see them? Or should they be able to see me? Look at you! All of you! What could possibly be here to see anymore? It's not a new song, but a familiar rhythm. Can't get the tune out of my head. Pounds on all four walls. The tiger dying to get out of its cage. It'll break free one day. Very soon. To pound out a different tune all its own. To run along the waters edge. To sound the trumpets of forever. The need to seek is heavy. I saw it once. I have lived it once. Far too long ago. The tides have changed. Waters higher now. Time to recede and show what lies beneath the waves. Until then I'll lie here. Painting no patterns on bare walls. I'll see her. All of her. Standing with a gaze that would frighten normal men. It seems her gaze captures what I've seen. Her stare changes the color around me. Once a color to block out the sun. Now I can't see. Just what I want to, what she wants me to see. What I think I'm able to see. Is it really seeing at all? Or just a perception? I felt the weight beneath me and layed there for a while. Opened my eyes and saw a face to look at. Warm and feeling to the touch. Solid. Real. I know she's there. I know she can see me. She just chooses not to.Labels: Aneurysm
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