Darkness

I begin to drift

Slowly

Then all at once

Into a fortress of madness

More ancient than scripture

More open than the Red Sea

Reckless daggers of papyrus

Cut through moss covered stone

Singing doves

Fly gracefully through amber skies

Iron thrones grow taller with each head lost to the blade

The chaos of the velvet underbrush tickles my feet

As I gaze ahead at emerald statues of Grecian gods

Mystics speak soft, hushed lullabies in my ear

Inertia compels me to continue

Into the vortex of time

Caught between one second and the next

The gypsy of heaven whispers to me

“This odyssey has just begun”