Ode to Love

Absolution in a storm When heaven shattered and hell screamed Because the dreamer could not relent And could not find a step left to fall back I found you there And made molehill of mountain To provide sanctuary The spirit wind howled For even ghosts could be heard In such a maelstrom Was stone your shelter? Was blanket your shield? I pray you found comfort I thank you for not encroaching How control returns is beyond me How it broke I will not forget But the closeness shone a truth Love is not a choice in such places Bible between us we spoke Each masters of our own domain Each torn apart by that fact But hearts began to stitch When you left I could sense You were better than when you came Not just some fleeting remedy But something fundamental In destructive conflict's conclusion A true path was found in the shattered glass Of all the mirrors that once reflected The only safety we ever knew It was insufficient But it is no longer.

I've seen some pretty strange stuff recently. I had a lighter, for example, that knocked against a corner of something and sparked/lit up. I picked it back up and it was ice cold, and there was a hole where it seemed like all the lighter fluid rushed out. I also saw my cards arranging themselves as if by magic. I was throwing them, mind you, but rather haphazardly, and where the cards landed- which was influenced by hardly anything more than stack ordering, air resistance, and subconscious dexterity- seemed to tell a story, told most clearly by the joker and the queen landing on the counter like a hand ready made. I walked with them in my pocket to the store and found the whole walk to be surreal, including a sunrise that seemed just a bit early (based on moon positioning), and lit up the sky/clouds this vibrant blue. This is all reminding me of when I was in highschool, and we were supersaturating hot water with sugar. It was supposed to fall out as it cooled, but ours wasn't....

So during this last storm, hopefully the storm to end all storms given how I walked seemingly its full breadth from end to end, step by step, I experienced many things that were inexplicable by any worldly logic, so I thought I would start outlining them here in a series called "experiences." Each of these is true, for how I experienced them, and honestly what else do we have besides our own experience to draw from, in the end? One persistent theme, something that cropped up in multiple ways during the journey, was the soul prison. This was likely the worst set of experiences of the storm, and implementing this particular kind of cage seemed to be attempted, in multiple ways, as I went along. The first one I recall was stepping into what I would describe as a hell chamber, displacing brothers who had gotten stuck there. My assumption was that I would be able to break out, but it seems like it was not meant to ever house one alone, like it may have been believed that it took m...