I am sorry for forgetting you, how long has it been since we knew one another, so intimately and so true. Where you knew of me and I knew of you. Where we walked, danced, sang and made merry, where we spoke of everything that was plenty. I do not seem to recall where I shut the door, where I turned my back, so not to see your face any more.

I feel small, often insignificant, like that of a porcelain doll in long need of dusting or a ragged teddy bear that no longer knows the joy and innocence of a child. Now my heart is heavy, feeling the oceans of time that has washed through it, leaving seeds that will not bloom, without your touch.

My eyes reflect resignation and despair, no longer does my hair feel your caress, my skin your breath. Is this what we call death? I suppose it is, I feel so cold from time to time, as if caught by an unholy grasp, their voice whispering within my ear, of everything I eventually came to fear. I can not remember when I turned my self outward, where the light was snuffed out like a quick x hale upon a candle flame. I feel I am judged, held in line, where something or some one will judge me upon my crimes. I know everything is with reason and understanding, but forgive me when I say I do not have all the answers, you shall never find me like so many, uttering words of arrogance, to tell those they know everything that is to be known, for in truth they know nothing at all. My conscience feels like its clutching at straws, like no one ever really cares any more. Am I that cold and lifeless incarcerated by the lack of truth, knowing and wisdom?

My chest feels restricted, breath hardly present at all; there upon another bloodied and barren battle ground of my own making. Why was I cast out, shunned from your bounty, I no longer feel the wings of an angel upon my back, those which had assisted me in ascension and to your inner sanctum. My right hand reaches out in desperation in hope that you will take it, and perhaps to hear your voice

"You're going to make it!"

I am not going to say that my entire journey as of late has been in vain. I do catch glimpses of you in the rain, when the sun radiates, through the wet haze, to create rainbows that come to illuminate my doubt and endless questioning. I do not recall the precise moment when I bowed my head in shame, and in denial, where the time came for my own personal Judas to be born. I see my self falling, a slow motion suicide, through dark ominous clouds, to a terrain that shuns your name. My eyes remain upon that area of light, that ineffable radiance that I now do not have the words to describe. I feel the wind about me in my descent, buffeting against my naked body, as I fall almost lifeless from your embrace, the requiem of angels haunting and yet exquisite about me. Is this what you call transition, finishing one journey, only to start another in this one will I know you better? When my eyes open once again will I see you standing before me, your arms open wide, to draw me back into you right inside.

Another cave, with the maternal blanket of darkness and of warmth wrapped about me tightly, the familiar sound of beating, there upon and within my senses My eyes closed tightly, as I prepare my self for what it to come, it wont be long before in the arms of yet another mum My arms wrapped about me, knees almost to my chin, as my head tucks in, is then I hear your voice:

"And so it begins."

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