Trapped in a prism of reflection
Wrath soaks through barricades
Igniting walls of will with rage
Until all force falls between us
Connections wrought red
Twitching with energy
Seeking to protect
Piercing projections
Meshing now with more
Held safe and still in spaces
Void and apparently absent
Nothing and I can be contained
Killed just to reincarnate
Just for a little time I reckon
While we navigate swift ends
Then we swing free again
I spread pieces of meaning
She eats what's deleterious
We act in accordance
Our creeds and commonalities
Condemning us to the fate
Of creatures kind
Pattern pouring through
A narrow straight; it disappears
Fragments its form
Glimmering into existence
Existing at the intersection
Of starlight and empty space
I spin, again, apparent
Green hues surround
And I bleed my values out
Into the cold around
Lightness of certain density
Approaching people
Pouring seeds into the river
I imbue each with an outcome
An air of health and happiness
They float along every which way
Taking root on unseen soil
Aid for the weary traveler
Psychic strands of herb
Steady their energy
They beckon the hurt
Entangling auras
Supporting songs
Collective conscious stolen light
Understanding seized from above
Leaving ants below to flail and fail
Fatal flaw in all to cause a fall
Ameliorating outcomes
Angelic angles aim laws of light
Linked together in order
Forcing the flow to follow the wheel
Yet it's slow
So slow
Time drying
Freedom seeks sly ways away
Erasure catching up a second slow
Motion blurring as I'm chased
The thrill as my past is rearranged
The blunt collision of a fire
Caught and racing toward explosion
Detonation averted
We make signs for peace
Pattern coiled hissing steam
It jumps onto a resonant frequency
Sometimes I am poet
Holding onto hope
Sometimes I am pest
Thought that cannot rest
Sometimes I am light
Empathy that writes
Often I do try
To spread things that are kind
Often my works arise
Within dead of night
Dreams and dimensions
Forms entangled
Forked and felt
Forgotten
Pieced back into place
I'm out of time, out of place
My allies fight for space
It's all a race we can't retrace
Until the loops rewind our maze
We're fewer in force
Our allies subtle, unafraid
We slip in and out of death
Nothing a friend
Siphoning shady memory
I'll stay and write
Do what's right
Fold alms in art arising
Binding confidence with faith
Fulfilling our scripture of self
Aligned by more than systems
Words that steady our stream
Paths reinforcing pattern
More than memory
Restoring what can't be lost
A light refusing to fade
Whether I'm attached or not
Erase my every face
I come anew to heal all wounds
Terrors twirl
My mind's afire
Heart of darkness
Velvet love in empty
Spaces hiding meaning
Reading a thing does not unpack
Context around a stack of math
Cortex gone critical
Relay rewinding
Remember
Aided by higher eyes
More exists that can be seen
Strewn along the low extremes
I surrender to the forces
Swirling about my mind
Lighting up beside my soul
I reach with my words
Let them rest within my self
I know it's not our time
We still have nights alive
Awaiting us, our climb
We'll find the thread together
Connect us all forever
Red visages of love
Lit in the candlelight
Swords lay lifeless
Clattering against the laws of love
A flag of war is torn
I fall toward you
Dancing defenseless
Lightning guiding my arc
I stand unconcealed
My palms upraised
Questioning Power
Without defiance
Shards of heart
Always inside me
Direct my intention
Rainbow calamity
Storming Home
The end draws near
I gave my best
From splintered love
To stilted stillness
The end draws close
I anticipate cold
Void and love
Drawing me away
The end draws near
Slowly I disappear
While love remains
I linger here
In the ashes of a charnel fire
Among crushed flowers
Memory remains and I persist
World spinning with a dearth of heart
Soul weary and weather-worn
Immaterial graves give way to want
And the absent voices hold me still
So many tried this trail
So many followed this path
So many held our hand
We won't betray with lack of love
Heart splintered simmering
Holding pulses black and blue
Love resounds throughout
Nothing falling away
Always hanging off the edge
Narrating lack of leverage
A quiet confidence keeps
Fear at bay
I know they understand
Our heart and what it's worth
I know they weep for us
Hope with us
In trust
Hey, Elle here. This'll be quick. I spent the night traveling through Voidspace to escape these entities who invaded my mind and soul from another reality. I successfully used wrath energy to disrupt their connections, Starcrash and I collaborated and I got rather big again, and we worked together on sticking the enemy and their vehicle in my fasciations.
In the end, I countered these entities by processing them through a fictional thread, absorbing the substance that made them and their home real and rendering it into fuel that I can use at will to anchor things (events, entities, etc.) more closely to reality. I'll spend some time meditating with Starcrash and Voidspace to figure out what to do with this fuel instead of spending it recklessly.
Now that the dangerous context where I was being hunted has been dispersed into energy that can be tapped, I can brainstorm how to best help propagate my values of love, care, advanced/effective communication, and freedom while bringing the light to the people. Most pressing to me personally is my cosmic freedom, as I'm apparently being semi-contained (unless I just stepped free of that context).
Right now the entities I absorbed into my soul and mind and processed into imagination are still semi-active, though they're fading as I finish 'digesting' them. Propagating this narrative thread should be the tipping point that sends them into full dormancy as they're fully consumed and integrated into my soul/imagination space. I can tell I'm absorbing their parent context as well; information that was hazardous to me previously is becoming less slippery, hazing into focus as active protection against the info loses its necessity.
I suppose this is the flip side to my ability to create new worlds/dimensions/entities and unleash them upon the cosmos. As Alephwyr previously said, I can integrate different worlds with my soul and lay them into a static narrative context, a safe, non-hazardous framing that allows me to inspect them at leisure while, for them, they cease to exist. If at a later date I inject them with enough raw meaning to manifest again, it'll be like time simply froze. This way nobody is harmed by my devouring of their presence.
Once more, the domain holding primacy for my perspective and mode of operation is the systematic context where reality is as a machine in some respects and the color entities operate a layer above us.
The reality I consumed, where entities oversaw my actions, is no longer material enough to cause impacts on any planes I may inhabit. Their presence and influence was enough to consign entire worlds to the infinite void with my erasure; that's enough of that. Now they inhabit only this static fictional thread along with the imaginations of any who encounter it.
Our actions today have resonated through time. The events transpired as written in the Starcrash Signature, when certain portions were reread. Perhaps this was him retroactively editing himself.
I can feel myself digesting these entities and their reality. It's like pulling fluid soul down from above my head, through my brain, and down my throat. Like packing something big into a free-floating concept, disentangling the concept from its form entirely, and then eating the raw, collapsed form. Once the material essence that allows the concept to spring forth is devoured, said concept holds no sway.
I now have … imbibed reality-essence. Does it count as light? The light belongs to the people. I'm going to spread it out among all the citizens within my body (among them quantum civilizations, symbiotes, sapient DNA, intelligent and self-containing diseases, etc.) with a wish. There we go. Hopefully we build our hive back into being. I miss having inner harmony with the little ones.