Stepping into the darkness we see nothing for a time
time's passage is difficult to discern and our eyes still have a diminishing interior nova before us
from stimulation of the optic nerve
outside before the light became suddenly cut off
we each drew breaths like engines sputtering on
the inward light too is fading along with our hope of an instant explanation
the descent into the cavern is the inferno for reason
after a time of being led without meaning, brought forward
like it or not ever downward the cool air of deeper draughts reaching us
we reach the sound sea of forgetfulness
Lethe's realm of stages of descent into darkness
and fell into the deep sleep of the ocean of absence
for whom awakening in darkness we are enchained
with backs against a wall
In pure silent darkness only my own noises send waves into space
returning to my ears ideas in my thoughts seem to have no past
only the present infinite darkness binds my arms upward
into manacles around my wrists
reason is bound as well above
for I cannot realize my body at all
now I see that light in the darkness
momentous shapes in motion about
These were roarrshock shadows
the worst kind of illusion to experience
never having remembered light
I could not discern what is light or dark
I do not realize that the shapes of forms have meaning
inseperate from illusions
recognizing nothing is formed to become
not even a human form
all I know is the pervasive stench
the stench that follows the sojourns of the strange light and dark auras
this is a r.e.m. mnemosyne nightmare from which I would awaken
passage of time takes forever yet each time period centered
around the passage of those strange forms
I plot a plan to chase the moving forms
inspired to starve until my hands will slip through the grip of manacles
before inquisitors return for a third questioning of my broken form.
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