ckwinny: stranger in a strange rand

airy3que:

Down below the bottom of things, my love grows wild and coarse and poisonous, a knotted conflagration of runners and thorns. Wild of rule; coarse of role; poisonous, this road. But soon will burst into burning bloom, and flowering will bleed the steel of this world from me til I am bleached clean of the dream of being.

Annealed by ardor, scoured by fire I will be unrecognizable. I will stalk your streets in plain sight, marked by all but never identified. This most appealing enigma. Can you see it now?

Only as a mystery, only as a cypher can one slip through these mazed streets and find the way unscathed to city end and forest edge, and then slip between the boles of trees grown trunk tight to trunk and slide within that greenery unimpeded.

The path is a secret for the initiated and only as a mystery myself can I hope to unravel one as big as this, one that is everything I see and more of what I don’t. The branches only part for those that know, and only those who empty their minds of everything can hope to hold such knowledge, and not for long. I am such a one.

And so with unseen guide, companions abandoned, I push into the forest of my life and am consumed. Do not look for me on that path, then. For I am the path, the forestscape, the city street and poisonous bloom, all held to ground by the middle air. I am the ground. I am the middle air. Can you see me now?