Walls of glass,
Breaking at my feet.
I ascend,
And skip along the crests, effortlessly.
Shards, flying in my face—
I breathe them in;
They fill me up.
They turn and run—
I continue walking,
Breathing in the chaos.
The ground beneath me pulsates.
Walls behind me, tinted orange.
I keep walking.
The Guardians watch in silence.
I enter, they do not notice.
The eye of the storm: I have arrived.
I measure the wind.
My scarf unraveled as I turn.
I succumb.
The rage begins anew.
I’m swept up:
Carried away—
Into another world,
Where I am at peace.
They run, but I have won.
Torrential whirlwind surrounds me,
And I feel whole.
A blur of yellow
Joins me for a moment—
Watching,
Listening.
A guardian.
I lay on the ground,
Taking in the world:
Every whisper heard;
Every speck seen;
All is explained.
The world is a desert—
I am alone:
No one dare join me.
Dust devils encircle;
I am finally in control.
Two beams of pure white,
Shine from ahead:
They are on my trail.
Calmly, I retrace my steps.
The white fills,
Then empties.
I leave, unnoticed—
The myth of creation, solved.
No more mystery;
No more fear.
I am at peace.
