~ Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 21) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
Split, spliced, sub-atomically sliced,
My subjectivity subdivided,
Transient ‘tween reality and dream,
In liminality I slowly glided.
A cloud was I, mere flecks and specks,
Motes afloat in space,
Amidst vast seas, evolving galaxies,
Drifting thro’ time and place.
Not ashen pale behind this veil,
Nor inked in darkly shade,
Here possibility embraced infinity,
Here, from light were all things made.
How long away I cannot say, nor
To what end I was bound, but
When awoken by a voice spoken,
I was treading ancient ground.
Fleet the beat of shuffling feet,
Through tunnels dank and dark,
‘Til came a time, a sharp decline,
Where bloomed a sudden spark.
A lantern lit, a flare of light,
A stair of steps, a downward flight,
B’twixt a twitchel tween tall walls,
Where torchlight blossomed bright.
Down we wound through lamp-lit grey,
To a door iron-braced,
A key inserted, a twist exerted,
Into a chamber we hasted.
Said chamber, more an anti-room,
Small, squat and square,
A late addition of fine construction,
Hewn after l was there.
Across the floor strut Nevermore,
Whilst I remained unmoved:
Entranced by tones of old flagstones,
That time and tread had smoothed.
To other side where no lamp lit,
Flit the striding crow,
An abrasive sound, stone sliding ground,
Then candle’s glistered glow.
Barely bright, dim pool of light:
A flickering honey-tone,
Lit a column with ball-claw bottom,
Carved artfully from stone.
Atop its top, finely honed,
A skull, translucent-white,
“A key,” said he mysteriously,
“What will come, what will go,
This piece brings release.
Positivism, purity, fluid-like energy,
Attuned to deepest peace.”
“Alignment,” he said, “and activation,
For reaching higher planes.
Earth is but one conscious station,
Others exist in distant domains.”
Smiling he tossed the Satin-spar,
“Explore,” said he, “journey far.”
Then lifting the column from its mount,
“Follow me,” he turned about.
A shorter passage, an open door,
Polished stone upon the floor,
A lantern lit: soft peachy glow,
“Ah,” said I, “a place I know.”
~ Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 20) precedes this post. Part 22 to follow shortly ~