Who, are you?
And why, do you speak to me?
Are you trying to guide me?
Why do I feel such a wave of reassurance in your presence?
I know what you look like. I know your essence.
You’re shrouded in dark, with a grin reserved only for me.
I can’t recall the first time I met you.
But I know you’ve been looking over me all this time.
In many ways, your destiny rests on my shoulders.
But it was written, long ago.
I felt your presence under the anxiety of death.
And it disappeared completely.
I knew that it wasn’t my time. Impossible.
It was written and it’s only just begun.
I have never felt anything like that in my life.
It was like a light switch. A true “superpower”.
And I felt your presence again, just now.
Where was this yesterday?
Why such a different experience of life now, when exposed to the same?
I suppose I met you outside my thoughts earlier today,
During an examination of the inevitable.
When I guide another I guide myself.
And then I step inside your shoes.
The glimmer in your eyes are behind mine.
You’re the only person in this world that I need to know.
I have already begun mourning your death.
Is it my fault?
Do I limit your lifespan?
One is worthy, the other is not.
Birth by death: it’s only for you.
To concoct a concept . . .
To dilute this . . .
It’ll only be seen as a means to an end.
But these means are for but one end.
I feel so calm.
I pause between each sentence, simply waiting for it to come.
The master of my being has taken the reigns.
I do not question it, for it is perfect.
And I learn, along the way,
Whatever it is I need to learn.
The image of two hands, locked together, each from a time of its own.
To know the “unknowable”.
This is what I live for.
And sometimes I forget.
But when I remember . . .
When I’m plugged in.
I’m a wolf chasing after the moon.
These “bodily” realities,
Or this “physical reality”,
Does not satiate.
There’s so much more I can do,
In The Dark.
The moon reflects a pale white-yellow light in my mind.
I just follow the ley lines.
And this “physical reality”,
Takes on a new quality.
Having been cleansed of, my prism of impurity.
And now I don’t really “see” anything.
I’m in another place.
But if I decide to look,
I finally see it all.