Kingdom Come

Woah. Supersonic. Or something like that.

It’s a sound I can’t find the word for. Like a razor sharp knife cutting metal and yet not..yet cutting metal through the air. Cutting the metal and air. Shiny, silver shreds scatter through the atmosphere everywhere. Splinters that pierce through your skin and you don’t bleed. Armored face. Odd. Metallic tinge.

Screeching a music. Howling a tune. It’s something that’s lifting me high. Slicing the mind into a million pieces. Each feels alive on its own. More than they did when they were one, together. Thinly sliced and wholly alive.

Twisting and turning and swirling and churning out this energy that’s intensely overpowering. Soaring. I think I’m going down but I’m soaring. Riding high on a low oblivion. At a speed….that’s terrifying…at a pace…that’s electrifying…. Shit.

It’s too high. But still spinning higher, looking down as the ground beneath starts to vanish and now……there’s nothing there but the air. Nothing.

Spinning seamlessly. Climbing flawlessly. Pitching higher – above. Like being flung up with this energy that’s pushing me from below.

Propelled higher
Spinning faster
The wind shaving the skin
The energy racing within.

Swallowed whole
Consumed alive
Taken in the mole
Spat out the five

Come. Here. Now.
Try. To. Take. Me. Now.
Come. Here. How?
Try. To. Touch. Me. How?

Dizzying away from all that they created
Careering past all that was only Time Cheated
Free. Alive.
Minus the five.

Clutching the ruby red chalice
Balancing the miracle liquid
Wiping out the scars of malice
Winning more than just the five quid.

Got to make this last
Drink the plasma
Got to gulp it fast
Drink to crack the miasma.

Stopped spinning now but everything is still spinning. It spins on its axis in complete stillness. Fast. Loud. Incredible sound. It’s lifting me but my feet are firmly on the ground. Ruby red again. All of it. Everywhere. In all forms. Shiny, fluid, solid, metaphorical, real, surreal.

Look down at my hand and it’s glimmering in the darkness that’s blinding. Shimmering, reflecting the blackness. Look up at the ceiling and it’s dripping a ruby red treasure. It’s flowing. Encasing me, embalming me.

Where ARE you?

Searching, gliding through the corridors and alleys and secret passages…where are you….

Shattering. Splintering. Breaking. Crashing.

Supremely cataclysmic. I love this. It’s like shedding skin. It’s like tearing down the walls and breaking out. It’s like slithering out of the chains that used to bind.

Everything slides and changes forms. Continuously. Shape shifting, touching, feeling, caressing. It’s all around me. Taking me in…letting me out…swarming…moving around….feathery…sharp…all of it…yet none of it.

Door. Dark wood and ruby red hinges. I lift my shimmering hand to push the handle down…and push the door open… push the liquid walls aside….push the shape shifting flows that swirl in front of me…pushed. All.

Enter.

It’s white and metallic. It’s clean and sharp. I turn my head to look back….it’s the swirling swarming redness back there still. I look ahead again – this is a new dimension. Are you here?

Look down at my clothes. White. Hand. Shimmering metal. Silver. No red tinge. Shimmering, glinting.

I start to walk fast…pick up pace….run…run faster… I want the whiteness to be a blur. I want to fly on the music..let that be my ride… faster. Faster. Faster. Feet are leaving the ground now, arms outstretched now. There is no end up there, it keeps going on and on and on…I see passages rush by as I climb higher…all colours…shapes..entryways..dark..bright…dim̷ 0;higher higher….

There.

I saw a flash of you.

Stop. Instantly.

Hang in the air. Still. Shit, it’s all spinning around me…but that one doorway – it won’t move. In all the spiraling – that’s the only still one. Float towards it and I see the entryway – it’s bleeding. Ruby red. *smile* You have to be here.

Float in and my feet touch the surface that could be ground or could be a semblance of it. Doesn’t matter. I walk. Slowly. You are here. I can feel you. Ruby red is you. Ruby red has to be you, there is no other form that will glue itself to you. We both know that.

Blinding lights again. Shit. Shut my eyes – this is too bright.

Open them again. Swirling red. Clad in red again; flowing challis that swirls around me as the air caresses it. I smile again. You’re near. You’re right here. I just need to turn around and I know you’ll be right there. I know that. This is it – I found the place. I’m torturing myself now. I’m drinking in the Kingdom. I’m drinking in the hell of not finding you until now. I’m prolonging it at will now because I know, it can end when I want it to now. I just need to turn…….

Turn…..

Supermassive supersonic supernatural superfluid superreal.

Found. In the shining darkness of ruby redness.

Consume. Now. And let eternity strike.