He was in his roomhalf awakehalf asleep

The walls of the room seem to alter angles

Elongating and shrinking alternately

Then twisting around completely so that he was on the opposite side of the room

A trick of the light and too much caffeinehe thought

Then came a knock on the door

And this sound was the same dark-brown tone as the wood of which the door was made

At firsthe thought he'd imagined it

Because it would not have been out of place with the other strange hallucinatory events of that night

But then it came again

Only heavier this time

With a sense of real urgency

So pulling himself up

And stepping through pools of moonlight and shadow

He made his bleary way across the room towards the door

And slowlyapprehensivelyraised the latch



The latch became a fingertiptouching his own



Energy sapping as a new formtransversing the edge of his emotions

His power became his agonyhis power knew no bounds

Whereas beforehis peace withstood the vastness

His prerogative became an endless force of the all impossible

His final soul is flying with contempt only

Even the legendary glance backward to meet with eternity's stone in peace or save his already destroyed

You cannot sharethe temperature is rising

The ghost and monkeys make a choice

This...

This...



He tried to will himself back to bed

He wanted desperately to feel the reassuring crispwhite sheets once taken for granted

To be back homesafe as housesprotected by walls covered in familiar patterns

But even wallpaper had become sinister to him

He remembered staring into the paisley print and seeing a repetition of skulls

At night he would listen to the click of heels on the concrete outside

And try to imagine the facial features of the unseen figure

He would always see his own face

And another realization of this prophecy rang terrible and true

For at this momentit was indeedhis own feet that filled the shoes

Shoes that no man would want to wear



Into the hills then to search for another searcher's closely held goals

Into the forest under the billowing leaves

Under the dreadful birdsthe singing soilthe decrepid babiesthe unhappy new loves

The preaching alphabuticsthe long-lost lovers never to find the safety of their mothers

In factall the guilty clouds he will move into a playground

A sense of moonlight and shadow

All the stars touch to the cold molten sunflowerfly to his middle eye

The wallpaper had sinister tones

Alaswhite cold

Alasrainbow's middle infinity's destination.

All life's drums drink from bottles and visioins are blinded