The hallway was long and marbled. Whispers skipped on cold floors. And I was blind there, naked and golden ratioed at the rayless end.

 

Me as prisoner prayed in murmurs, beneath cool sheets, in profound Orphic slumber.

 

In both places did I chant synchronicuntical requiemus.

 

Impetuously strumming at the strings of a sadistic lie, the gnawing at the back of the squirming mind, dancing in what mortals call a perfect circle-on a ledge-without promise, amid a beckoning surrender…there was an end to the passageway and it pledged without platitude a prognostic on premonition.

 

Mute was I also, but in bursting of the bludgeoned beast, with bent bars of a paper cage, with lost memories of a last feast, a crack spread forth from the shadow end…reaching across the cosmic, bleak corridor.

 

It was elegant-the cunt that gaped in summoning. Coming to fruition without benediction, stars emitting its unfolding blankets across an ocean of time, beneath heavens devised, aloft broken notions of balance.

 

I am awakening.

 

With thunder shall my words be.

 

With great terror enshrouded in beauty.

 

 

Levitating above god and beast.

 

 

∞