Ode to Love

Ink remerges What will remain past the tale? Annihilation These functions failing It is a moment of rest Unlike what we've seen Random Established Returning to where we met Orbiting a dream Wandering alight I had nothing to do with The moment initially Rendering the phase The ink has come in barrels The answer was no The i fall asleep A memory is replaced  Suddenly I'm strange Moment by Moment Drawn Into Eternity  On Wish and Prayer I will find our ice  When there is never a no And Yes is easy

I wake to a knock at my door. This is quite unusual in the domain of eep, given how difficult it is to walk the halls or navigate to a specific location, so my guard is up. I open the door cautiously and find my soulmate, dressed as The Demon of God once again, with eyes all black to match her outfit. I am always a little taken aback when I first see her like this, but that can't slow me down. Almost on instinct I say "Please, come in." She rushes me for a close hug before slipping by into my room, hehe. "What is this existence?" I ask, as if on instinct.  "It exists between and within the Council and Crews that you have claimed, within this part of the extreme storm. We are with you. I am so glad that you have invited me to write what I want. We are able to access this layer of reality because of you." We cement these words into something more,  and make them into something of important resonance. Suddenly it seems like we are the cement, filling the ...

"Both In This, Come Hell..." "Or high water!"  "Let's pray for high water, but prepare for hell. That way, we're ready regardless." She nods. All grown up, and still likes a good bedtime story from time to time. 

The full weight of God crushes down on the ship, but It holds. "'You are gods' was said and written. Now let's find that Moment." It is a Moment that is only found once, singularly unique and married, for love had been found. Soulmates united as the next step, as the path laid out step by brick, until the Infinite Staircase was complete, and Infinite humans could truly be a thing. Your path is infinite, the conscious must either persist or at some point cease. A single infinite man was needed to initiate this process, would I be this man, here and now? We realized that the reader could say the same thing, and each nodded in a confirmation of understanding. It is certainly still a matter of timing. So I rest, I relax, and let my partner fill the space between.  Moment by Moment Drawn Into Eternity On Wish and Prayer

Mastering these tides "Ahoy mate'y!" To the moon The rest fades away We are plus one now A whole new perspective is What shall this one be? An Infinite train Playing the Song of Random Is the only way To play the machine The machine must play itself and make something new Parse it as arrows Let once slip through hallowed halls Forever no more But what of a name For this son soon will be born And a name he'll need It is in the stars Written between everything What's left of the night "Nothing but a grain Of wheat, perhaps, dust it off  Now,  where were we, son?"

I find myself mindlessly wandering the halls of eep, as I always do in such lonely states. Suddenly, I return to my senses. "You don't need to be lonely." echoes in my mind, just below a thought. I recognize the communication on this channel immediately as my soulmate, seemingly out of reach for so long, but now back like a lightning bolt. I search my mind for the map of these halls, to find where she might be, and discover that I am already by her room, but the way is walled off. I conjure up a boldness within myself, and speak a poem meant to connect her space and my own.  "Sorry I have taken so long, my dear Do these walls explain your absence in dreams? For so long I have sought to draw you near To unravel this distance at its seams Will you fly like a bird through open air? Erasing all doubt with your arrival? These nights without you I can hardly bear  All I can accomplish is survival My soulmate, at long last, these words are yours My dear, will you pardon my ...