The Story of Being

Jamie MacDonald 2002

 

 

In the vastness of infinity I roamed with others of my ilk

Insubstantial, I was carried in the stream of dreams

Having no singular will; time was of no consequence

Content to drift, having no purpose of intention

 

For aeons I passed through the cosmos thus

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In the distance was beheld a destined attraction

Drawn towards this we bent our way

Closer and closer still to the meeting place of light

The space cogent and potential ever more real

 

Time was being sanctioned

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My curiosity awakened, perceiving something

I veered from the group to follow the spoor

Feeling for the trail, an alternative adventure

Enticing me stronger than my will could forestall

 

Taken with specifics awakened

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The object of attention drew me in

A sphere of blue, azure and alluring

Orbiting close, excited in my ecstasy

No anticipation of impending exposure

 

Formlessly I uttered my awe

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Bright cobalt overhead, adamantine red below me skimmed

Alacrity had entered my realm

Absorbed in the exhilaration of wonder

Lives unknown offered their existence

 

Questions of choice disturbed my innocence

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A startling dread washes over me

Unsure now in my solitariness, I think to return

Contrary to an impetus already well established

An experience to be acquired

 

Where no-thing stops and every-thing ends

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Colours bleach out, shadows lose their depth

Conflicting winds fashion real my presence

Flaying my form whilst making me whole

Burning off inessentials

 

The making of one-thing

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Alone in the wind and the rocks, under a colourless sky

I sought shelter in the clefs and crevasses

On this alien world, in this alien form

Where time and essence become enemies of the soul

 

And waited for the nightmare to end

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An immeasurable day and endless changes

My semblance adapted and emerging hardened

Out into the arid desert, bright and foreboding

Stealthily made my way, I knew not where

 

Become a particle of the locale

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The earth becomes dark, the sun finally sets

         Await the conversion with respect        

The stars now revealed

With patience ancient to return

 

At last once again, my play ground without end

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