I ran towards space and filled it
With noises of escape
Excuses, excuses
The swelling volume of excess
Carnival squeaks of consternation
Betrayal
Until a storm I called for
Broke the silence with myself
One electric round of applause
You made us
As much as we
Hail
Air sky cracking clay
It’s the lines that make the shape
The eons of echoing void,
The godless seasons
And yearning, the amplification
That makes a voice divine.
When you wake you return
To your body
That temple
City of shadows and lights
With your eyes closed
You prepare for departure again
To that mountain
That temple
Forest of shadow and sun
With your third eye open
Listen, princess
It’s a lie they tell you
The prince will not come to take you away
But one will come,
To guard you while you fight
It’s an inconvenient truth,
Oh prince
Though you feel the safety of it in your heart
It’s the princess who rescues, as much as you
It’s the union and the distinction that saves
How can you stay here
In your body,
Your prison
Hearing scratches at your door
Dear princess
They tell you lies from birth
It’s not their fault
They can only pass on what they’ve been shown
Here,
This second
You dream you are reading
Words about yourself
Warnings, encouragement
Here,
Here
Wake with me
In your body you dream
They said you were royalty
They only knew half the truth
In your dream body you know
You are more than a human
More than male, more than female
More than two, less than one
In your body you dream
You are all the eyes of every universe
You are more than a universe
You are less than nothing
You are fullness and emptiness themselves
And between
And everything else you cannot be
In your body
It’s you,
Dreamer
It always was
You wake to your own rescue
You, in every body
Sleeping and seeing
Blinded and alive
The air was smokey and turbid. On the horizon, the city of ruins crouched like the husk of a dead animal amidst its infinitely smouldering fires.
No-one there was alive. The warnings were driven into their hearts, etched into body and brain by the naked necessity of survival. She looked out over the dessicated sand, vision blurred by the reproachful sun and the dragons of smoke. She saw people, and knew she should look away. Then, as if the simple act of looking there crystallised her intent, she was moving towards it…
In seconds she was at its feet. It was much closer, simpler than she’d thought. No buildings, but piles of refuse, grey with ash and decay. And people, moving but without using their limbs; unanimated but speaking. She was here, had a pulse, could she help?
Flee.
She saw one man move towards her; again her vision drew her in and she knew that she was falling into the end of herself as she woke, throat clogged and limbs tingling with a resigned comprehension.
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