April 5: Discovery

Sentience

 

Sentience

Thoughts slip here from side to side, collision is imminent—
but there: a hollow space to crawl in, a dividing line
between the corporeal and those searing essences;
I curl until they cannot reach me, those claws that glisten,
hungering to rip into me, the attenuated screams that
blister with unnatural heat, and
a pair of red eyes that see me hiding…
softness came to my attention, so I pressed back into it, and
found myself submerging into an enveloping wall
with such a delicious texture on my skin—
like a sunset of sensations, and flickers of comprehension,
and suddenly I understood: those feelers seek my flesh, and
if I think too hard, the eyes will snuff out my existence…
abruptly the jelly ended, and I stepped into floorless fog—
curiosity stemmed the shivers convulsing up my throat,
and drowned out the sharp, dark noises of fear spiking, so
I kept moving, wandering on, hoping no snares could catch me,
hoping my squealing instincts are wrong;
time manifested in my mind as the fog coalesced before me,
revealing marble floors, twinkling chandeliers and
a sickly, tangible dread oozing—
I fled, the eyes hot on my heels,
its breath panting vivid nightmare:
bubbles into which I carelessly stepped, until at the last
with blood roaring in my ears, my fingers scrabbled on wood—
a door, and there…
…I found myself in a strange, haunting grove,
bushes of luscious fragrance, sighing trees and small faeries:
I knew it some fanciful dream, but real or madness,
its calm settled into me…
the path of stone that wound into the deep green
vibrated softly with an unearthly hum, a beacon calling me,
pulling me onward, until I found myself before yet another door:
carved in stone, odd creatures leered from all sides,
but the sound, that magnificent honey to my soul—
and I stepped inside a hallway, lined with mirrors of spun glass,
my reflection hazy and distorted, and the quiet: a deaf pressure…
but before I could take more than a step,
my eyes caught on a glint of terrible red—
I knew I had reached my end as I turned: the doors were gone!
my reflections swirling, and just as I saw my end approach,
I noticed something startling:
these places, thoughts and feelings,
they are more than mere dreams around me, I…
am the figment in this place…
I… am a thought eluding voicing, a vanishing feeling,
and it is not ubiquitous evil that just grasped my shoulder, but—

 

April 5, 2014

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