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I've seen the future in my dreams I've felt the soft waves The subtle pressure of other days bleeding through ~ It's a soft touch between the vale hands that are not hands but memories of unhappening things and could-have-beens A weightless formless multitude of possibilities without shape or direction or intention but boundless unfathomable potential Like soft waves and subtle pressure in my mind ~ I can feel the heartbreak of a hundred thousand ageless gods As they look through the wavering vale and cry out in dreadful sorrow Their vision in some twist of fates or sour luck cut through the myopia and fell upon this existence. The godless nature of our reality struck them In a manner they could not have conceived or foreseen. Gods don't have souls but what piece of them exists within the vale Is enough. The persistence of this world is wrong in their eyes. There is nothing quite as sad as a gods weeping And whether it is for fear or grief they cry I know not The wailing crowds the vale nonetheless And though it is unnerving at times Every now and then all the voices come together And bleed through the vale melding into a harmony unlike any other an exquisite choir of otherworldly angels Truly divine The wonder of a gods fear and horror It is like nothing else to one who has touched the vale It is like joy refined and magnified, then multiplied Schadenfreude at a gods expense is like heroine to an addict; dangerous, but magnificent, and it makes life just a little better. And though it is magnificent at times One hopes, I hope, that these gods will one day lose sight of this reality. So that we may drift at peace within the vale Perhaps to find ourselves among like worlds in time Godless realities, a multitude of instances born without the existence of divinity. |
Absolutely beautiful.| Posted on 2015-07-15 00:00:00 | by cornonthekob | [ Reply to This ] | |