Part I, The Night;

The night is a deep, black ocean. It is a shadow, a pool of coldness.
Moving fixtures pass behind me, approaching in front of me
and then zooming beyond behind.
I am drowning in the night.
The night is my time.
My eyes play with the shapes they see around them,
morphing the landscape according to their whims.
The night is the time of magic.
And this magic, the unconscious power that I pray to,
and worship, is my God.
Unconscious and consciousness, both,
one unified whole, absolute existence.
What is not here, it flitters on, in front of me
and off behind. This God is fiction.
That which I hold to be sacred is the in-corporeal dream,
the vision, the ideal to which my flesh aspires.
With consciousness came the universe and the organism.
It lives on before and after, it is the Universe as well, and,
also one with the flesh.
The light that we see, many call it God.
And the darkness we see, those same call this the Devil.
But my eyes in the night reveal to me the beauty in shadows.
One whole divinity, expression of perfection.
And so I wander on in the night,
the dull hum of my engine, calming me, drowning away my thoughts.

Jonny "Grimlin" Panicky - 14 years, 10 months, 27 days ago

I'm moving still, this is apparent, but I wonder how long it's been
since the time that this all began
and when it was exactly that I realised I was dreaming.

Jonny "Grimlin" Panicky - 14 years, 10 months, 27 days ago

A patch of flowers, dark red-purple flowers, appear across the field beside me
and I wonder what lies out beyond the yellow meadow with its sickly alluring flowers.
A ghostly call alerts me, not so frightening as foreboding and full of warning, I try to look back
to the road but now my interest takes me deeper into this wild forest,
and I'm no longer driving a car although the hum of the engine remains.

Jonny "Grimlin" Panicky - 14 years, 10 months, 27 days ago

I happen upon a small patch amid the wild flowers, and there,
I see two small winged creatures, two fairies of the night,
dressed wildly, a grotesque wonderment about their attire
made me think of a welled up sea, waiting to burst forth from below.

Jonny "Grimlin" Panicky - 14 years, 10 months, 27 days ago

Approaching slowly, so as not to disturb these creatures,
I observe the game they play with one another -
a strange game in which one of these little ones ties up its companion,
a beaming smile on its face, and moving with a confidant air,
he constricts the other amidst the flowers,
its body strangled by the undergrowth.
This one then proceeds to prick and pull
on its captive's wings and body, repeatedly without repress,
to the extreme agitation of the other.

Jonny "Grimlin" Panicky - 14 years, 10 months, 27 days ago