Ashes from Ashes

 

 

 

we'll get to it, what

this. 

this is a what.

this is a type of

 

a burning. 

a what. i mean. 

it's calling. 

calling what. 

not what. a who. 

you mean. 

 

don't all talk at once. 

it's a calling. 

we'll get to it. 

we are getting closer. 

to what. 

to the beginning. 

 

now what. 

 

let me tell you a story. 

 

 

do you remember the caves we lived in for so many lifetimes. in the before. in the skins and furs of when we spoke the languages of all the living. do you recall the way we read the smoke. the way echoes danced inside us, our heartbeats as wild and free as the sky itself threatening to swallow. i am writing to you from inside the caging of a matrix that was designed to destroy all memory of what we are. how we traded freedom for an empty promise of safe. and there is no safe. there is now less and less safe for all. 

 

once upon a time, we slept in the crook of fear as sweet as any babe because we walked with death, our ancestors held as close as a whisper. do you hear them. do you know it was always just us in the cave. it only holds room enough for one. but from the flames we made shadows of self enough to dance ourselves into a frenzy. we began to believe in the closing down into disparate parts. and also we thought we were the burning. 

 

sleep now, we are almost there. 

 

we have called into the deepest dark, and the only resolution now is extinction. and then return. for there is nowhere to go beyond. the universe is exact and ever expanding, annihilation and ruin.