Time’s heart erupted. The sky split showing the baseline as the universe reached for something to hold it up. Falling upward, begin blown about with no wind or sound I found my heart pulsing with the orange and blood red flashes in the dark. My eyes rebelled from sensory overload or was it my soul that in the overwhelming moment had no frame with which to reference. Down the worm hole of cripple’s casting I through myself to escape the hollering night. The scream of dawn as sunlight was torn from our memories we suffered separation from any peaceful comprehension. All was war, chaos and abnormal even taking breath seemed somehow wrong. Screeches of worlds colliding made sound in the vacuum that we should have heard but lay harmless hiding on the walls and wells of space’s exit ramp. Not wanting to set the clock in motion once again I hid inside myself, afraid to even question, reason or move. For it had too much, too much for man to see and know.

We had gone the distance and found nothing at forms end. Deposited in the run off of the cosmos, I felt discarded as we had somehow found the alley behind the Rosen Bridge. My mind, my skeleton, my organs felt out of place. Stretched by exceeding light our cells torn apart and restructure a million times per second we should not be, carelessly spread across a thousand parsecs in our passing. Sanctified in sadness of lost loves and moorings detached. The fray into which we are cast may not be of our choosing but is defined by its pregnancy for the quickening of heart and mind. Lost in the established norms I fail to sound present when called upon the perform the task of my expectations. Into the void I find nothing substantial upon which to erect my escape from this vast and abnormal expanse. Time had failed to adhere us to the present which leading to future uncertain. Our whereabouts unknown we grappled with reason no longer satisfactory foundation upon which to make plans for our redemption.

The darkness loomed and promised nothing. In the dullness of my senses I was forced to close my eyes accepting them poor asset in the presence of overwhelming data. Sound and sight had lost this fight and their once helpful input now played only tricks upon my courage and understanding. I stood back from all that I held as truth, except that having travelled through millennia, mass and distance I still existed outside of all law that should have torn me asunder. From under the folds that I punched in time I arose to the panorama of life distant from that which any had known reaching into the new territories of God’s deliverance. I leaned into this new and irrational perception, knowing that there is always a way through calamity and time. Seeking avenues of thought and imagination I felt the gravity of interconnecting pathways leading to places of Spiritual conclusion. The light drew me near to welcome my initiation into all that was before me.