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.