F**K*** Impossible
Years had passed. At 20, I had traveled the world three times; and seen the severed prose of oceans, persuading mistresses aboard our vessels, our strengthened slavery.
We were the storms, and silence; the pairing of twin blue particles and stardust.
For your entertainment, we had bled, nocturnal and light, white and red
We, the chosen ones, had become the distractive festivity for the underground sieges and writhing souls; wretched, constant, glowing.keeping the crowded halls of ancient longing satisfied. A side show of freaks and outcasts, condemned and tattered; resilient in shallow, artic waters that hold trapped spirits and perfectly horrid memories.
For, quite eloquently, through the blackened hues, stricken deep with ecstasy and fallen stars, we had seen the woven paleness of demons with their loves and secrets; gently seductive, poising forth.ever present, ever feeding.never stopping, never complacent.
It was here, that they spun our dreams against you; cold and desolate, lost. Love, diminished.
And there were others you must know.dwelling.with me in that prison; the traveling show of lustful drudgery.
We all had our gifts, our curses of specifically unique bondages that ever constantly contributed to the Triangle’s power. Moreover, like keys perfectly performed and shaped to fit three eyed doors, we all had our secrets; our contributions to the madness which was kept under the watchful eye of our Master.
He had stood every night, at the foot of beds, our dreams, which had then become something far beyond any nightmares.
Through the witching veils, my fellow cronies and I were now the fallen ones, becoming numb to the pain, to the longing, and to the possibility of being free. All was lost. All was over.
Something has changed.
There was once a star-scattered night, in which I vividly recollect and console. In the halo of this night, darkness turned to light, detached feelings to hope; released long echoes and crowded streets within the silent seas of the powerless sirens.
Sound and particles of blue and white surrounded us.
We had gathered for the midnight assignments in the hallowed fields of our Master; our nightly retreat, away from the madness of the screaming angels and crying ones. Work, hard labor, was a blissful escape to the nightmares of the darkening treaties.
The chorus of all lights and symphonies.
Across the abyss of fields, she was there, floating on the plots of poets and madmen as she had been for years; for ages it seemed.across the canyons and rolling trains through mountains, the past and future into a living sonnet of unsettled cries too sullen for songs of abstracting rogues.
And now, in dominating awe of momentary lapses, I had no fear.
I felt the gentle rains of my sexual casualty. I had crossed disordered lines, bearing the levity of souls, and the natural uncontrollability of my lustful intentions; the penetration of illuminant colors upon her skin.
Constellations and Blood. Impossible attraction. seething layers in echoes.
Her eyes touched mine, and we fell into a trance; light that penetrates love, and a sorrowful end to teardrops, slowly contaminating our inability, of any reason.of any kind.
We two now, had lost silence. We had lost everything. Our lips touched, gods made love in the wind below; only the connection of our bodies played instruments, recited beauty, defied even the constraints of a tattered nature too inconceivable to understand.
love beyond measures, beyond the heavens of which never fell and yet, we knew, in the white light, that what was to follow, was hell
This was not possible, nor permitted.
For, in the shadowy dwelling of our androgynous bed, peace would surely be followed by The Hunting. The distant cries of beings that god feared. They would come after us.the ones who crawled from corpses and ate from silent revenants.
Our sleeping thoughts, intertwined in the blue sexual light of love, would soon to be awaken, only to be strangely haunted; confronted by the Master, him-self.
Caressing his fingers in curling paces, his eyes pierced the dungeons of tortured wings.
Constellations and Blood.
Shadows longed for tears as they dragged my love and I from each-other. Screams filled the night.
There would be no more peace, forever.
