Witches In The Water

I hide in the darkness because there are monsters in their minds,
the rumble in everything tells me god has died and i must return,
they will stop me so i run like a wolf to the trees.
What once was a place for cars and people is now home to birds and spiders
this eden covers the land to the horizon.
I look to it and see the raftsman and i am there,
i step on the raft and i am him and he is gone,
and i float,

Nothing can stop me but the water,
La Mer is death yet it carrys me still and silent
to the end.
I see the broken bridge ahead, metal and bodies
all encompassing, i see my father and he tells me he is dead and he is happy
and the sea still pulls.
I jump into the cold and swim to the shore,
beyond the bridge is the abyss, infinite and cold
so i leave the raft behind as i climb the bank.
Ahead of me is the mountain,
it is taller than the sky and climbs to heaven.
I climb this monolith of earth ever upwards,
clutching roots from its cylindrical side,
i need to reach the top to see where i fell.
When i arrive i see as god sees,
i feel the thunder and look downwards to my past.
There are witches on the water…

Scattered obsidian on broken glass,
passing under the bridge to infinity,
then i am a dream and i am falling…

I am a swarm of flies, a flock of pigs,
a human.
I hit the surface and it folds around me,
it is a capsule,
a womb,
and it is travelling downwards,
a great speed without sight.
The world moves aside as i spiral to the core,
and when i am the core, i will be the universe,
and when i am the universe,
I can drown.

~ by The Overdose Delusion on 6 September 2009.