Welcome to the obliteration of being witnessed: when another finally speaks as if inside of you.
There is a gentle rumble that will not quiet. The type that makes you want to peel skin, lay as carrion under golden heat, let scavengers pluck and pull at reddened tissue, how sweet it is to feel the searing edge of wind running its back along the outside in. To be exposed and undone because then maybe someone will see the truth, see what is on the inside, what you are made of. That you are content and yet desperation lurches through the body, a thrashing beast that sits still awaiting release, the howling creature that you need to be.
When you have been forsaken, encircled and captive, capitulation turned to subservience, the body becomes limp and flaccid, a sad sight to see such a vibrant source withering. Dehydration etches deeper, the river dries, atrophy weakens and the power once known feels like an echo through densely rowed trees. Sound leaks between narrow beams, the voice wavers, conviction too and you are left shaking, naked, close to both convulsion and propulsion. Which one will you choose?
Silvered water beckons, the mirrored realm of aqueousity, to swallow and strengthen those that dare enter. For the body must be given for fire to ignite, and ignition requires sight for else all is lost. The skin breathes and sings, form is remembered so shape can be claimed, swirling translucency is given over to material once more. The return from the ethers; atmospheric exile is permitted physical manifest. The journey of darkness has just begun but is forever outnumbered.
Beasts have always been hunted but what of the beast that is spherical? The orb of life itself, webbed radiance, diffused and perfused, animated and premeditated, the opening through which it births its own body. And how that beast that is no beast at all, places terror in the hearts of those unable to meet it; but are we not mistaken- how easily we confuse awe for shock, fear for the electric path of cleaving, worlds split open, when awe is a field event, just like the human becoming the beast of its own divinity.
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