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.