Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Emergence of an Early Collector

Two despotic idols, clamering for favor by blade.
Blood runs down the edge and behind the folded steel, infused with the crushed marrow that billions of corpses weep beneath.

"Asanto."

Gentle if not reserved, he had been claiming the excuse for a full day now.

When the ring of split carbonadium spread out under the feet of these struggling Omniarch not a twinge of wrapped pitch hit the air.
Thus twelve epoch had passed.

Handle began to roll underneath the moments, stuck below pins spinning on a quantum axis. His consciousness felt weighed down, heavily by the repeating reality. It did not make him ill, but he could feel nerve endings flick in waves and all that he could do was lay his head against the pillow and drool.
Forming words, moving appendages, these were both lasting in states similar to a quantum field. Everytime Handle began to focus on movement or communication, the more difficult it became to produce. Yet involuntarily he seemed to be able to do this thing. Unfocused, without his attention he could perform these functions.

Keep in mind though that this small realization seemed to be an eternity in itself. As he lay there in slight paralysis his mind functioned on a different level.
Every ten seconds or so his eyes would refocus on a single moviecase in a bookcase. This movie case produced a focul point but it also was the catalyst for the voices behind the rollers of reality. They weren't straight, or complete, or sensical, but they formed intention and felt familiar but unattached.

Handle could only think of one thing. His family. How sad, that must have been what he thought the voices were. His family.

His body quieted and he let his mind go free otherwise he might have developed an aneurysm, but in that time he began to feel a collapsing chaos. The thought that his mind might be lost and he was reaching out for someone to pull him back.

Time broke away and eternity stretched around him. There was nothing to fear here.

Nothing to fear. He was never in control to begin with.

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