Now is the time. A breath, then wait... The screws tighten; they loosen me. Poking holes in the moldy sandbags of cognition--stale sorrow seeping out. Whirring gears slow and reverse, and the all-too-subtle tones of the universe split my head in half. Naught but dust remain. Mold and dust; remnants of a past Self. A Self-passed. What is Self? No more than that which has been true. The comets slide past me as I vault skyward, the roof is far too far away, and few know the pain. The pain of Truth; the pain of Freedom. I know. I have bitten myself there, too. And it hurts, like the rodents that we are: spiraling through the unfathomable crevices of our augmented minds...Β Β It is gone now, supposedly whisked away by the temporal taxation that infringes upon our very understanding of the word HOME, yet I still am tied to the skies. The blinding heavens. They beckon...
The title (and only the title) is an allusion to the song on the same name by a progressive metal band from New York state, Klepsydra.