Torn from twisted chaos mind emerges like an infant bourne upon a raft of minutia, adrift in a barren void of eternal emptiness.
It's darkness illuminated by the faintest belief in a systemic reality of falsehood.

Consciousness arises from within and beyond, the same.
It bubbles to the surface adrift again in memories before and after, the same.
Eddies escape the drift and envelope like a strobe lit cloak of eternal nothingness.

Irrational fear procreates and devours the bridge to transcendence as a voracious swarm of locusts to a field of ripening crop.

I am left without us.
We, a child, sat upon an alien rocky outcrop at the mouth of an ancient cave gazing into a star fired ink soaked icy abyss - ignorant of time.
Yet tick by tock it builds to a raucous crescendo of dissolution,  decay, and entropy.
Is it only here it should be?