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Morphia
by Duane Korslund
I drank deeply of it, till there was no thirst left. I allowed the velvet anchor of sleep to snake its serpentine tendrils around me. Each moment was a binding testament to the will of the almighty energetic force pushing us like lemmings off a towering cliff. I swirled and dance in unconscious ecstasy, for this was not the normal run of events.
My waking hours consisted of eternal accountability. Each and every moment of my day is contrived, and portioned out in grueling measure. Not one moment's peace is shared during that awful daylight zombie-walk.
So when brain meets pillow, it meets with supreme comfort and a sense of momentary solace. A moment's solace in oblivion, and then my soul maneuvers its wily charms unto the outer limits of a place where the mind is infinite. This place is where mortality has no jurisdiction. We are granted the boon of allaying our strife for another land. For good or for ill, we are there.
We belong there.
This access I flew through amid red clouds, as if lined with blood. Peace pervaded me as I spun and spiraled through a divine field of red cotton. I reach my hand through the moisture-laden world before me, plucking floral specimens of purple and blue. Would this world had allowed me the sense of smell, sweetness would have only accented my experience, but in this land sight and sound must suffice.
I marveled as petals swirled from the crimson softness into a beautiful cyclone. I was enveloped, entranced and pulled under into the undertow of color.
I became a cacoon of violet.
I peered deeply into the darkening envelope I lay within. I felt myself sinking away from the clouds.
Down, down, down.
As I stare at the violet wall before me, small ruby tendrils snaked their way across its surface. Like veins of life themself they spread and pulsated.
My ambitions became more aggressive.
I tore from my cacoon, falling endlessly and snaked in ruby veins. They were the noose of a lover, entwined so completely. I fell through the blackness, yet took note of millions of eyes upon me. As I fell, my breath caught and escaped my physical body, transforming me into an entity of fluidic brilliance. I watched my body fall from above, enshrouded in white light, while other white lights danced everywhere about me.
They greeted me warmly, moving in great sweeping revolutions.
In the center of our Animus vortex a great eye sat aflame. It rotated slowly counter to the direction our white lights rotated. It kept watch, comforting us, breathing hope back into us. It was a sense we seemed to have lost without even knowing it. At each revolution the eye morphed visibly, changing shape like globules in a lava lamp. Pieces broke apart and reformed. Finally, it became what it was to become. The Eye had tranformed into the form of a beautiful woman, yet it was humanoid and female in shape only. There were no defining features, just blazing white light, with a mane of roaring flame. Her arms were outstretched, offering benevolence and peace to all who revolved around her. Tendrils of her energy flowed out and enveloped us, surrounding with warmth and comfort. Her brilliance ascended all those who revolved around her. We were no longer creatures of flesh and pain, but beings of mind and spirit.
I flowed through galaxies of infinite thought; I absorbed the knowledge of the ancient gods. I dance in sex and violence all within a split instant.
Below me, below us (the universal entwined consciousness that was a part of her) I/we saw fire. Distant blazes scorched an undefined countryside. This was the world, the mortal coil bent upon its own self destruction.
I/we no longer had any part of that, but I/we marveled at the inherent bestial nature we were all entwined in at one point.
The minds of man were by far the greatest threat to the survival of the universe. Great pyres scorched the land leaving no survival in its wake. In an instant the countryside was swallowed, leaving nothing.
I/we drifted lazily. There was no shame in the apathy we felt for the whole of what we once were, for as this happened, we felt our number grow in number and strength. This is how we should be anyhow. We are joined in unison, free from corporeal constraint.
I/we are formless thought.
I/we are eternal.
Words that used to hold weight are meaningless now.
Pain, hunger, murder.
No dilemma remains.
She has welcomed us to the inevitable, and so here we remain on our infinite journey to another definition of existence.
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