REMOVING THE FIFTH WALL

Your eyes flicker and roll, your eyelids ripple without movement. You sit alone. You mumble and whisper with intent, with focus. There are incantations, there are spells, there are names and there are numbers, so much to do. The moon is full, the moon is narrow. There are shadows that drift across the floor, some are from the moon...some are not. Shadows slide with a movement and intent of their own, they have the power and strength to forge the journey, to touch the edges of souls incarnate, and you need them. They move around you in an increasing dark swirl as you sit on the bed, rocking to and fro - repeating over and over: "What is my name? What is my number?..." There is is no answer, but the shadows swirl faster as they suck light from the room. It's time. You sit up, breath deeply, and cast your arms wide, wide enough to bring forth a gateway. The shadows rise, and swirl about you in a black impenetrable vortex. You cast your arms wide as a dark rim of small circles begin to form, playing around and through you. The pull of the gateway becomes strong, the connection between worlds is a flavour, a feeling, a touch. You surround yourself with vibrations, surround yourself with blue sapphires and broken steel. The swirling vortex becomes painful as the shadows close in around you, squeezing the breath out of your lungs, squeezing your heart tight. But you continue. You hum the toneless chant, the chant that will open up landscapes, open up mountains and chains, open up oceans and flowers, open up forests and smiles. You cast your arms wide and scream with joy and exaltation. You cast your arms wider still as the gateway strains and creaks, shudders and groans. Then there is an explosion around you bringing forth skies unnamed and unnumbered. Skies that were never meant to be, but are. Skies of rushed green, of rich broken purple, deep in blood red strokes. Sky after sky passes over you as you scream for more and more. Then at last they come. You hear the sounds of wings on heavy air, you hear the sound of dark ancient leather as it flows through the rich beaten skies, hear the hums and chants as they pass through clay brittle skies, hear the chorus of names as angels dance through the ether, dance through the gateway, dance in expectation of revenge, magick, and lust...dance to meet you.