inky grey

The dancing shadows deceive, the light of revelation blinds. At times I sense the architecture of my soul, moments I roam its wilderness. Leaping, vertigo, a contact that echoes through eternity. The enemy is apathy, numbness; a death before death, worse than death itself. The discarnate wastes no opportunity, while the apathetic stares idly into the distance while sand slips quietly through fingers, falling, falling… My life must be incandescent brilliance and deepest inky blacks, no greys, no idle-noise-CMB-chatter cruising aimlessly into the void. The staff cracks earth, the nail is struck; the moment ignites, a declaration: here! now! attend! Deep calling unto deep, I dissolve, I become, I, I, I…