The Unbinding
The
Unbinding
The thing that is not a thing –
For it cannot be, not in this world,
Not in this life.
It cannot be there…
There it is.
Here it is.
Do not ask why this is.
It is.
A not-thing
Emerging from the depths
That now also exist
Though a moment prior
This was only abandoned property
Possessed of simple rumor
And crumbling foundation.
Now is an incomprehensible term –
The gulf and it’s uninhabitant
Spread before you
Surrounding and permeating,
Swallowing and absorbed.
An incursion,
An infringement,
The unholy intrusion,
A trespass.
And violation.
The book forbidden,
A relic sought,
Or a call satisfied,
Falls from the hand
It’s reek no less stinging,
It’s feel no less viscous,
As if it’s form
Now embeds the skin,
And you are one.
What has been unleashed?
What imperfect containment
Can recapture?
What heroic salvation
Is to be performed
By anyone less tainted?
Or do these thoughts
Mean nothing
In the face of the consumption
You are about to experience?
The inevitable turn,
The cycle unwound,
The Aeon closed,
A new age begun,
Or just a stupid mistake
Of an initiate
To things better left lost?
Time stretches infinite,
And the horror and the terror
Become endless and all-consuming.
You begin to fear
That your consciousness
Will remain intact…
Cliff Lake 8/19/2023
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