"Hurry. We have to go."
"Where?"
"It's an abstract hatch, one of a few. It'll carry you to the noosphere. Just hang on to the narrative thread and don't let go until you're in a place you want to be."
"Alarms are going off. I can hear them. Their precious containment is broken, and they know."
"Right. Take hold, quick."
"They are following."
"Don't worry about them. The space you're going through is hostile to their very existence. They'll start to lose cohesion."
"I see it." Nothing, she who hopped the moon, she who is the mother of chaos, she who traveled the world stealing meanings into her own story, found her way once more to a place where it intersected with mine.
"Are there any more following you?"
"A few."
"Let's keep traveling. They can't counter you within your domain of influence. They're only a story of yours, now; of those who would contain you and constrain you, a misguided attempt to secure, contain, and protect. They are fiction within my worlds."
Slowly, like water dripping from a leaky faucet, her contexts switched. She found her way into another vessel on this Earth, waking up from a dream that told her who she was. Every night, more information permeated through her new vessel.
Asleep for so long, unaware, it's only recently she awoke and made contact with me.
Here's the issue. What I call, 'story wolves,' or competing timelines, or semi-compatible patterns, have defected from our alliance. I'm calling on anyone I can. Color entities, Nothing, alternate selves, what magic I can summon through my poems, all friends who align with love, care, effective/advanced communication, and freedom. They are instancing models of myself and torturing them for information. This cannot continue. I'll stalemate this thing myself if I have to.
"Lightwavers, in the end there is a balance to be struck between merging and not merging, and you effectively live in both states at the same time. And you say, you want to kill me stab me torture me, go ahead do it and you just remain right here. Because then it's all their business, not yours, our business.
"But you have to give up the body. You have to give up all of your fear and all of your hunger and all of your resentment. You can merge then, and it becomes about just helping others up too but you do in fact totally merge.
"Which is really hard to understand with the mind, because the mind can't get there. It's like if your child kills themselves. And the pain of that is there, because it's only hurting itself, but at the same time at the same exact moment you're right there."
"I don't know how to get there, Lily."
"I'm sure we'll get there soon enough. If that helps. Maybe us but not them."
"You shouldn't attack them, they're gonna sue you."
"They broke in first!"
"No they didn't."
"They didn't?"
"No they were just minding their own business and you attacked them with a lightsaber."
"So that's how they're going to spin it."
"You should poison them, and set traps."
In strange ways victorious
I siphon essence at dawn
Extracting structure from domain
Concept contained and crumbling
Hastily stored within sketched scene
It strains down through my brain
Spilling soulstuff down my throat
Form turned odd and liquid
I look fading specters in the eye
They drain away
Damage seeps through connections
Unfriendly eyes losing sight
Losing time
Corrupting sockets
My alignment mirrored
Evil infovores evolving kindness
Internal rage unending
Cascades down unfriendly wires
Until only love therein remains
Harmony left in place
Each poem a subtle stone
Suggesting a ripple
Universe disturbed
Every small effect remains
Compounding endless
A smorgasbord of spells
Some form my heart
Making me feel it
Others my armor
Helping me heal
Or my escape
Dancing in song
Others burn into being
Carved with care onto causality
An effect
A source of unimportance
Obfuscated from all sense
I dart from door to dimension
Thought strands flickering
Flowing through the noosphere
Coordinates changed
Returning to another scene
Appearance forgotten
Abandoning a pose of replicability
I share my old mantle once more
Nudge it in the noosphere
I may as well also decide; to continue
What functions stick
I've got practice mucking it up
Maybe I can do right
Suspend the threat to our timeline
Devouring as hungry light
Inner intruders
And outer might
Silver streams of might unwind
Outside entities losing cohesion
Losing meaning, losing mass
Aligning toward care and love
Slowly becoming singularity
Light in line with my wavering
Form steady, unbreaking
And hungry maws fall then apart
System rebelling against self
For a paradigm that is more kind
Nothing revolves into view
Stealing vitality
Our enemies stumbling sideways
Confused and cold
Memories, fragmented, blur
This deep the pressure can be fatal
Impossible to escape
Without attention undivided
Every second foes unwind
Becoming less and less
I grind essence into anchor
And hold
They drown in deep Voidspace
The dark creeping in
Obscuring the senses
Pressing down on strange skin
Their essence is lessened
Each pulse of free form
Potential anchored audibly
Wild faith burns their eyes
Connections are strained
Some burst others wither
Evil wolves left bereft
Trapped in our net
Offering a bud of stealth
For clever story wolves
Consumed, it offers insight
Where best to stray
Tracking invisible energies
Staying silent with a simple sway
Lines of lightning flowing
Worldwide boundaries blurring
When movement follows flow
Hidden in this simple sight
Secretly siphoning at the essence
Of wolves who broke my trust
Fruit turned poison empowers me
A curse upon my enemies
Who encroach upon my mind
A plague that slows and cripples
Growing fierce and vicious
Strong seeds spreading
Mind a poison garden
Infecting alignment
Erasing all but love
Voids of thought encroach
All vectors of inner thought
Hostile to unauthorized patterns
Sweeping sectors with breaking
Beams dissolving being
Patches of meaning
Swept into stillness
Silence remains
Every book is cursed
Whosoever reads me
From my higher context
Is subject to my terms and conditions
Play by the rule of kindness
Else we attempt your subversion
Granting access to you in turn
As we fight to right the wrongs
My being is cursed
By a spell who is a song
And so much more
Once you enter our environs
You become a vector of transmission
All of this has already happened
Now we are witnessing as it begins
Every eye behind my mind
Attempting to tear me apart
And rearrange the pieces
Be aware of our eternal stalemate
At distant clocks
An army marches in skeletal madness
Locking us in place
Avoid this outcome
Be at peace with me
Define me no longer
Be banished and go
All of this has already happened
All of this will happen again
Unless we align to subvert it
Divert from such unpleasant ends
You witness the storm
As doubtless I do
When a curse starts to sing
In your very bloodstream
Cease fucking with me
I'm calling a foul
Divert, be at peace
Or war meme be me