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Posted: May 17th. 2009 2:16:43 PM
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In The Maelstrom
by Elfin Moon Owl
Age Group: Teen
Trapped in eternal gridlock
Endless mazes of clear glass
Sparkling and reflecting too much
To really see anything
And the running
Always running
Through the corridors of infinity I run
I always have
I always will
This is all I know
All I know
I would say this is my life
But as I don’t think I’m actually alive,
I won’t.
This is my existence
The maze
The mirrors
The running
When I look into the glass
All I can see is the ethereal white-blue light
All around me
Perhaps I am a, what do you call them?
A vampire.
They don’t have reflections
Do they?
I wouldn’t know
I might not even have a body
I never breathe
I never get hungry
I never sleep
All I do is run
With naught but the briefest of pauses
I run from that unspeakable horror
That stalks me
Stalks me night and day
Not that there is any here
Nor is it just running
I am terrified of this creature
It frightens me
Straight down to my primeval instincts
My soul itself shrinks from it
I must get away
I must
Must escape this thing
This inescapable menace
That has hunted me from the dawn of time
It hasn’t caught me
Yet
But one day, I fear
It will be only a few thoughts away
And I will take a wrong turn
And it will have me encased in its claws.
That will be the end
I will become trapped in the glass
A part of it
I can’t let that happen
To do so would be
To willingly enter hell’s darker brother
Of ice.
To choose
To be forever impaled
On translucent shards
Of frozen agony
If that were to happen,
My soul’s life-blood with slowly ooze away
But still I would remain
Even after I am merely an empty husk of what I once was
The pain would not lessen even one iota
In its intensity.
My consciousness would not fade
I don’t know if there’s a way out
Even if there is
I doubt I’ll ever find it
Even so
I must keep running
To do otherwise
Would be unthinkable
These knife-sharp corners
And endless hallways
Are all I know
All I will ever know
Except for the overwhelming urge to get out
To escape
To be free
To be away from this chase
That can only end in doom
To win the battle
I’m guaranteed to lose
Is this heaven?
If so, God is a cruel sadist
And I am grateful
To not be on Earth or worse
This cannot be heaven
Does God even exist?
It seems unlikely
In this place
This place where the shining swords
Forged on the anvils of destiny
Are locked away forever
Behind the glass
Is this some place in the Earthly universe?
Perhaps
But on Earth do not all things have
Both a beginning and an end?
My existence here has neither
For I cannot die
Not even if the thing behind me captures me
Will I die
Is this hell?
No.
That is a place of fire
And heat
And darkness
This is a realm of ice
And cold
And reflective, sparkling light.
This is something far worse
Far worse
Than anything humans have ever imagined
Do humans still exist?
Have they ever existed
Or were they just a figment
Of false reality
I have conjured up for myself?
Time has no bounds here
If they ever were real,
They are probably long gone
Lost in the oceans of chaos
Trapped behind the glass
Silently screaming out to those
Who cannot hear them
Who cannot see them
Who cannot know of them
Is this place here the one true existence?
Or am I too a nightmare
Haunting some poor soul’s nights?
Possibly
Are there other beings here too,
Caught up in this cycle
Of running
And turning
And running
And turning
And running
As I am?
If there were,
Surely I would have met them before
Or at least heard
Or seen
Or sensed them
Were there once,
So long ago I cannot even remember
Long since swallowed by the mirrors?
All will one day fall to it
It is the only thing real enough
To withstand its own immense power
What is its power?
Its existence
It exists more than is possible
It is more real
More defined
More sure than anything else
That is how it resists
The never relenting onslaught
Unless this is not real
Unless this is just a mote of writhing terror and pain of thought
An idea
A dream
In some other place
That is in itself merely a fantasy
So too does this change erratically
I turn around
And where I just was
Has blinked away
Then I must start running again.
Relative to me, this is All
But possible Elsewhere I am naught but fabled prophecy
Definition of being
Ness
Reality
Is all thrown aside
In Eris’ mighty maelstroms
The Void
If it exists
Is then a thing in existence
And therefore can’t be
But this Is, to me
The maze
The mirrors
The most unholy glass surrounding me on all sides
The running
The creature in close pursuit
The fear
The mocking light
The multiplex of dimensions of space these halls cover
Stretching toward the sky
But then including impossibility
What is real?
This
But all else
Clear
Relative
Eternal
Fluxing
And stable
And running
And mirrors
And the glass that is the mirrors
And the running
And the mirrors
And the glass that is the mirrors
And the glass
Glass
Glass
Glass
Glass
Glass
Glass
Glass
Glass
I cannot escape!
The glass
No
It must not have me
I must escape
Must escape the glass
Terrible glass
Find a way out
I run
I run
I run
From the creature
From the glass
And so I run
Author's Notes: Is this pagan poetry? I am unsure. Thoughts, anyone?
Author's Location: Cary, North Carolina
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