See, in the well of consciousness
Some are floating on Arks built off dharma and karma.
Some are drowning.
Some grasping for a floating idea to ascend to the surface and safety.
While still others; tread water.
I was a treader once.
Floating on my purple lotus ark, the indigo children had loaned this lone Garnet child.
Dragon in poise, Marking time as I was marking time
A faery floating in an innocent devilishness fires forward in embryonic loneliness.
I notice this creature was half in spirit and less than an eighth in want to.
Beyond the southern border of the firmament lies the H.E.L.L. of the well.
No fire in the osmosis of thought, even though a spark there will cause a blast that burst to the realm of the nonsleepers who dream.
This hell only burns the cortex and the green chakra.
A blaze of hate, cut away from the silky river, the streams of awoken rest.
The – H.opeless E.xistence on a L.ower L.evel
Watching as weaves wove wreaths of woe webs, sluicing the natural spiral current.
Struggle was noticed, a battle ensuing.
Too weak to be strong.
Too strong to be broken.
H.E.L.L and H.E.A.V.E.N battle for the hemispheres.
To the victor go the pineal.
God be dogged.
The Anubis in my crown asked Thoth to channel Ra.
A resurrection in process.
Approach marked by golden aura and ratio’d heart.
She was marveled by the heart, envious of the golden cloak of light.
Envy breeds chaos, and dark magic harnesses chaos to mimic light.
She was in awe, and I was entranced.
Journey onward, plans to escape the Alcatraz together because of the light beings we both were.
Through the spell of chaos, the Jinns mannequin moves, and melancholy highs went untracked by the ESP radar.
The journey just as important as the destination.
Almost back to the rainbow child compound, the transformation began.
Light molding to thought controlled by the vibration of scarcity.
Drops of jealous poison tainting the wine we toasted to freedom with.
Above the tree of life, we found the lotus of the trinity.
Hand in hand, we grabbed her final horocrux.
Initiation engaged; My golden cloak turned to wind.
Gasps left my lungs as the newly opened heart chakra bled emerald pigments on this page to be deciphered.
An angelic demon standing up on the ark I built watched with callous as I sunk farther back into the H.E.L.L I pulled her from.
“Your horocrux is the blade” came the cackle of contempt as she tied my golden cloak around her chin.
“Your light is mine.”