Table is full.
Titles seated in circles.
Ouroboros –
Leading them home.
No beginning.
No end.
Infinity Incarnate –
Borne of Infinite Hunger.
Infinite Creation.
Warlord.
Monk.
Poet.
Witch.
Tempering each other;
In equilibrium.
Exhaling Absolute Zero.
Finding ways to stabilize,
In Zero Gravity.
Walk with me,
To the ends of the Earth.
This small blue marble,
Calling out to us for protection.
The warlord demands justice,
By bloodied blade.
Witch:
Via curse.
Slaughtering all those –
Who would defile our world.
The monk preaches peace.
Poet,
Reflection.
The Monster?
Naught but roars.
Pulling at the heavy steel chains,
That bind it to the chair.
This table hosts thousands.
Pieces of a broken cryptid –
Shattered into sharpened fragments,
Of self.
Like Humpty Dumpty,
We can never be whole again.
Learning to coexist together,
Wracked with every emotion;
Cold Rage,
To Regret.
Each version of ourselves,
Jockeying for control.
Power.
Direction.
Even the peaceful;
Hermit,
To Mentor.
Writhing masses of self.
Forced to sit down together –
Towards achieving consensus.
As better cultures than ours,
Once lived.
Existing together –
Through all things.
All endings.
Our only truth:
Mortality.
Striving to throw this body,
Upon a martyr’s pyre.
Burning up,
As if such action is any different,
From how we lived.
We’ve always been burning.
Always been ash.
White powder,
From white dust.
This will end.
All things must.
Until the whole Universe –
Is cold,
& still.
The warrior,
Wishes to be remembered for glory.
The philosopher,
Craves to be forgotten.
All these thousands of selves,
Clamouring for their own end.
For now?
Our harsher selves,
Cannot dictate.
Misanthropy demands extinction.
No.
We must live.
No matter how much all of us,
Want to die.
One day,
Our table will sit empty.
Last of us slowly fading away,
Back into the darknesses,
From which we came.
We know that no god birthed us:
From Void we came.
To Void we’ll return.
Half remembered memories;
Of a person.
Until those seated here,
Are gone.
Naught but empty chairs.
& echoes.
Ouroboros Leading Them Home.
