There is a deep Voice in the medium
buried in the strata of the noise
a dream that says a silence is coming
to us;
a partner of the chaos that lay
beyond our comprehension
forever chained to
the sound of fleet drums
too small to see
making noise too vast
to hear

would you, could you
come to the shores of decadence
crawl on the beach of repentance
plead for your independence
as future's color blurs and
speaks of time as impenetrable
your tiny mind naught but
ordered ignorance

would you, could you
seek ideas or even means
all while It seeks being
here and now
then and gone
and you as part

It does not notice you
heed your name
pretend to seek
and in the end IS

would you, could you
know better than to call
the dream, the master, the chaos
come to us in darkness
because we seek and insist
and leave the light on for It?

—Walt the Seer

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