A little DARKER Masque.....
Randomized Intercourse with Conscious-Unconsciousness
My are arms thrown wide as if nailed to a cross. Above me is the grey nothingness of a foggy night.
I stare up, motionless. In the mist, I see everything which my mind doesn't yet know.
Everything I have not yet conceived. I lay there as if hugging all that is abstract.
Everything that cannot be touched or smelled. Everything that cannot be intellectually conceptualized.
Everything that must be felt with the heart, with true wisdom.
I am embracing the emptiness, the emptiness which flows though me, which makes me what I am.
The emptiness which gives me the power to be objective, the power to distance myself from everything and everyone.
It is different now though. I don't feel this power to better myself, but as the true emptiness of my soul.
I feel hollow, like a shell around nothing itself. I can see the world of friends, in which I walk alone.
And what keeps me from asking for my place in society? It is not the fear that they will say no, but the fear they will say yes.
