Embittered M.E.; Who are you trying to convince?
"He told me 'I would relive this moment, in and through eras, and spheres of exist!'".
Sitting there at that table, with such primitive looking computers all around him, I barely noticed the widow, to "the outside", where only ubiquitous indistinguishable shift color could be seen.
How did I get here, again?
I only recall laying my head down to sleep, and being spoken to by that Huge Man, but I could not see his face, and/but yet so familiar was he.
I stood over that Land again, Jerusalem, it must be another lay line?
There, at that place, where my very being thought he'd met God, I was thus drawn in again, by that faker, that fraud M.E..
It was always that Boyscout willingness to please, that placed me in this mind, perpetual.
I wanted to assist, at least in this Spherical Zone [of reason];making me susceptible to "His cause!".
"Tea?", he said to me quite calmly, from that round table, where a subconscious thought was implanted within my being "a large Scone".
That Flat Disc sat there before him, looking, as I gained a closer look, like a near flat disc, with substance.
There he wore a strange kaleidoscope binocular type contraption, adorn with slides
of varied colors, attached to a weighty head piece, apperched his crazed melon.
"Stellar, you have to see this, she is utterly resisting you in this scene Ha Ha!".
"You seem to feel quite rejected", as his smile of pleasing disdain took over for just a moment.
You knew, how he would react, because you were He, and thus are to this day.
"Rebbecca Maria Foster, such a big heart" he exclaimed, as the vacuum of steam escaped from one of the strange primitive machines surrounding him.
"You know that this place is our very take, projected, on the subject of Computers, primitive are they not?"
He pushed the Magnifying Glass closer to the Earth, "here, take a look for yourself'." He removed the heavy kaleidoscope from his upper extremity, placing it beside him, he looked into my eyes, and he was indeed, in every way, being and fashion, M.E..
The strange bells and whistles gave off an ominous deep space whine, of frequency.
The feeling of forbidden death, and aloneness, staleness of space...a morgue, became more solidified with that smell of ancient death, the rotting of carbon flesh.
I did not peer into the looking glass this time, I had already learned many life times ago, and many versions thus.
Still I could not seem to work passed it, "perhaps it is because you were the weakest one, the one who slipped passed me, that runt of the litter?", as my other self, looked at me with equal disgust and admiration.
I looked into his eyes, and it sent me to another place.
"I have to kill you Stellar, so that I can kill all of us, so that I can kill myself!"
"But you just wont seem to quit!"
He, that one, looked into the stella, searching again for a Star which we could impossibly both share, as that dream meandered off, into, again, an unspoken abyss of mere reason...and I awoke.
Oh that Prison, as it played out, that topographical song before some of that Luciferian Light, escaped at 44th parallel north, "as that G note strum on, for the moment"~
