BREAKING

Always I enter at the same point,

'A Mode Of Imagery'  by  Trish'  1994

This point is as fine as the glint in a pin head of light.
Fierce as the fiercest light, cold and hot as the coldest heat.
It is all there is. There is no other way out, but through it.
Faith alone will allow me to enter.

Faith that I will not be shot off into a space, beyond all recall.
Kept forever in flight, by an unseen mighty dark, light force,
Flung beyond, moon, sun, stars, cast out to be alone, forever
Always I enter at the same point, but this time I do not turn back.
I do not turn back, to my 'maze world', that my senses tells me,
Invades my every waking moment, enters my sleep to torment,
Me.
Drowns out my thoughts with,
A mish-mash,
wulching,
scrultching,
Smirling
Swathe of sounds, of noise, of dirt and darkness. Of hell.

This inner world of mine, with its endless, words and directions, distorted, thoughts, ideas, sights and sounds.
I step out in faith, that I will not drown beneath it all.
Yes with faith,
I take
The first
Step,
And
The
Last.

Tushie  1971

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