Auspicious beginnings…

Slick with moonsweat I stumbled into the abode of the Unspoken. Layers of hopping webs obscured my view, only being able to guess at shapes and tumbles in twill light. None of any foes showed through, leaving me besweated and shaking. The sounds and aromas of the Walpurg night floated richly in the air. Not all was lost, time was still an ally.

Illuminate

In essence, we dwell

in darkness,

mostly unbeknownst to us

mostly accepted as the status quo

yet

we await illumination

a light, a hint, a whipser

never fully realising

that we carry the light

inside

between the thieves

beneath the surface

within

always and without fail

So, then…

why the darkness?

We accept the lie

the great lie

the only lie that matters.

As the poet said

Finnegans wake!

 

Will you?