Revolution

Certain circumstances pull stronger than other Times.
Particular places live longer than other Realms.
Specific souls move faster than other Lives.

Circular paths twist invisible roads through unchosen Springs and Summers, forgotten by the dark Sun that warms their frozen Hearts.

As the cold darkness of Enlightenment envelops my being, I stare upwards.
Upwards to the cause of all, beneath me it lies.

It seeks something with Words that cannot approach its goal.
Perhaps it knows to where or from what it travels.
Possibly it will one day depart the Destination, later arriving at the Source.

The Endless become complete.
Those lacking Genesis receive beginning.
They come together, separating one final Time.

Let the storm drive away the darkness.

One thing is as sure as the emptiness above.
Revolution is coming.

Realize

The bell atop the tower calls endlessly.
It is a bell of lying whispers.
Desire and temptation entwine themselves around its call.
Pulling at my insides.

Above the sky I see the one who cannot be.
Pulling the rope that signals everything.
Without an understanding of how its tolls distort this realm.
Burning away the scars.

The twinge of the taint across my forearm pains me.
It pulls toward the figure in the tower.
Drawing me towards the one who must be from within myself.
This one is my Shadow.

Other

I awaken from my slumber.
From the endless sleep of Travel.

How long have I been gone?

There is a tower ahead.
A spire of artificial power.

No truth lies atop that Obelisk.

I look to the top of the column.
My eyes climb the sky.

I see another.

Another stands beside the bell.
The bell that called me here.

Perhaps this other is the caller.

How can another be here?
In this place of lies and sorrow?

This place for no other?

Sphere of thought collapse and turn.
Without shape to give them Form.

What can they say but lying tears?

The one so high calls out to me.
Calls out with secrets ever hidden.

Whispering for saving thoughts.

Seek

Light allows me to feel my vital aliveness.
Nothing, storm or flood, must get in the way of our need for light and ever more and brighter light.
The truth is the light and the light is the truth.

I hear a ringing.
The bells tolls once again.
The tolling of the bell calls me away.
But should I follow?

I walk towards the bell.
Perhaps one day I may arrive.

Passage

There exists a path.
It leads away from shadow's heart.
Far from the many broken sorrows.
Hiding in the darkness.

I travel along an unseen path.
I know not my destination.
There is but one thing that I know for sure.
I go to far purer lands.

But when will I arrive?

Falling

See the ocean twist and scream.
Watch it burn and fall.
Spin away from shattered glass.
Never return there.

I shall always hold the path.
I will remain strong.
As long as truth has not gone.
The Advent of Ends.

It comes to herald the death.
I can feel it now.
It perhaps is why I'm here.
It wanders toward

Shadows and Echoes

Everything has a Shadow.
Everything makes Echoes upon the Stream.

As I walk alone, I glimpse my Shadow.
That is not my Shadow, I realize.
It is merely one of my Echoes.

I continue onward.

Growing

It comes.

I awaken.
My blemish projects a searing pain into my soul.
My soul?

I feel an emptiness.
Something has been removed.
Part of my spirit is missing.

The corruption on my arm throbs angrily.
It is growing.

Awakening

Fog

Cloud

Darkness

Overcome

I walk to nowhere.
I am everywhere.

Empty worlds of crying suns, they birth me.
Dying planets of fake stars, they shelter me.
True realities, they kill me.

Though I move forward, I go nowhere.
I search endlessly for something, not knowing what to find.
My quest cannot end in failure.

My taint burns hotly, pressing at my forearm with a fire unknown to all.
Endless streams of terror roll past me.
I feel something tugging at my soul, tearing out my spirit.
I go numb, my consciousness ripped from my being.

And the blemish grows ever warmer.

Tainted

Rise.
Darkness fill the broken conscience.

A weakness lasting but a moment.
The darkness around me strikes.
I turn to protect.
My weakness exploited, the sea leaves me.
But it stays with me, as well.

My forearm, tainted by the impure.
A dark spot marks it, reminding me of my failure.
Reminding me of my purpose.

Rebirth

I see an ocean before me.
It swirls and froths, dark with temptation.
It is but a shadow of the real ocean.
It is an ocean of impurity.

It rises up and pours onto me.
Its power pulls me down, smothering me in darkness.
I struggle, trying in vain to save myself from the endless depths below.
I approach the end, tottering on the razor-thin line between life and...

I find myself lying in a clearing.
I stand up, noticing the ocean has retreated from me.
It keeps a dry radius of land around me as I walk.
It seethes, though, waiting for a chance to get at me once again.

I walk purposefully.
I have no purpose.
I look out over the ocean.
And I am reborn.