Click.
All the lights go out.
Complete silence
Washes over us.
Our lips move, voicing words,
but forever muted.
Never to hear, never again.
A quick flash, bright lights.
An uplifting, rushing feeling.
And then
Complete darkness
Muffles us.
Say goodbye to vibrant skies,
but say hello to the beings that fly
They are blind.
Catapulted forcefully
into the Abyss.
And swallowed up by the beast.
Feelings rush back, as do the memories.
But something is wrong.
A presence, a memory.
Unknown until now.
Unfamiliar as though injected
like an intrusion of an unwanted needle
in the vein.
Unfamiliar as though implanted
like a foreign tracer.
Strange and irrelevant.
To the world we once knew.
The images return.
Overload.
Of color.
Of unknown territory.
A message?
From that, that man.
Whom had glorious wings.
Sprouting from his shoulders.
White and beautiful.
His eyes...
Wait.
He had no eyes from which to see.
But one could feel himself exposed.
As if naked, completely revealed.
A voice sounded.
Glance down at his mouth.
Sewn shut.
Yet the voice sounded.
Carrying its words.
Transporting them through
my ear canal.
Only to impact,
and bounce back.
Filling my mind.
Lining my skull.
Echoing.
Echoing.
Echoing.
"Beware of the fever dream."
