Cool, soft, ever and all shade.
Gently coils caress my carcass.
And I lie in my bed at rest.
All is well at the bottom of the world in my well
No need for dreams down here where I dwell.
Until the...
Eye!
Bursting open, with blinding light and piercing rays in its gaze.
And the...
Voice!
Booming from above.
The bellow muffled and refracted this far below, now just noise.
It’s weight pushing me away.
I wind my way upwards.
Through a new fluid.
That fills me.
So I float to some surface.
Eye!
Fixes its gaze on me, while the wet thing fumbles to lift me up to look at.
Until the water around me hardens, become ground to grip and ****** me up into view.
While around me, the verdant wave of blades radiates outwards bursting from under the earth.
Lesser imitations of
Eye!
Flock to fill the sky, fighting for supremacy,
Until one has won and sends its nemesis to hide on the underside of the earth.
I sliver back to the edge of the earth
And dive
Only to find my depths disturbed,
Full of countless small things
That bite at me and do not think to fear my jaws
I force myself back to the dry dirt
Only to see it infested as well
I try to lie and rest again
But find myself unsettled.
Wrestless writhing.
Until one comes to soothe me
Small with smooth hands
And a sweet song.
The small ones, spoke but not like
Voice!
Not with blugen confidence
So unsure
So I reply
Tell of the power they could have
Tell of what
Voice!
Will not say.
Then there’s
Voice!
Back and wreathed in wrath
Not wanting to share the secrets I said
Rather would share its blades and flame
I writhe, break free, find the sea again
And dive, deep, deep as I can go, back below the beasts
I return to the
Cool, soft, ever and all shade.
But I remember the surface
A story written on me in wounds
Limbless I languish
Can’t scratch
Uncontent
Until
Some small ones,
Ones I saw once before
Follow me down, through thousands of fathoms
Forsaking the surface
To soothe me
My thanks.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
Cool, soft, ever and all shade.
Gently coils caress my carcass.
And I lie in my bed at rest.
All is well at the bottom of the world in my well
No need for dreams down here where I dwell.
Until the...
Eye!
Bursting open, with blinding light and piercing rays in its gaze.
And the...
Voice!
Booming from above.
The bellow muffled and refracted this far below, now just noise.
It’s weight pushing me away.
I wind my way upwards.
Through a new fluid.
That fills me.
So I float to some surface.
Eye!
Fixes its gaze on me, while the wet thing fumbles to lift me up to look at.
Until the water around me hardens, become ground to grip and ****** me up into view.
While around me, the verdant wave of blades radiates outwards bursting from under the earth.
Lesser imitations of
Eye!
Flock to fill the sky, fighting for supremacy,
Until one has won and sends its nemesis to hide on the underside of the earth.
I sliver back to the edge of the earth
And dive
Only to find my depths disturbed,
Full of countless small things
That bite at me and do not think to fear my jaws
I force myself back to the dry dirt
Only to see it infested as well
I try to lie and rest again
But find myself unsettled.
Wrestless writhing.
Until one comes to soothe me
Small with smooth hands
And a sweet song.
The small ones, spoke but not like
Voice!
Not with blugen confidence
So unsure
So I reply
Tell of the power they could have
Tell of what
Voice!
Will not say.
Then there’s
Voice!
Back and wreathed in wrath
Not wanting to share the secrets I said
Rather would share its blades and flame
I writhe, break free, find the sea again
And dive, deep, deep as I can go, back below the beasts
I return to the
Cool, soft, ever and all shade.
But I remember the surface
A story written on me in wounds
Limbless I languish
Can’t scratch
Uncontent
Until
Some small ones,
Ones I saw once before
Follow me down, through thousands of fathoms
Forsaking the surface
To soothe me
My thanks.