Rex

It is soft and quiet, the dreary light is a warm shawl laid over my shoulders. I cannot say how long I’ve been here, maybe forever and maybe only moments. The sensation is endless, familiar, as though I have felt nothing else. It is as sleepwalking through time, never fully awake. My ears are sensitive to a static blur in the air, awaiting the crackling pulse of music sealed into the fabric of this world like a chortling breeze. Is this my home?

It’s a distant memory now, or perhaps only the fabrication of something that was not. Those moments; only glimpses twirling through my mind like a play with painted sceneries and dramatic shadows sprawled beyond the spotlight. I think sometimes now that these may have only been what could have been, not what was or will be; I feel I have irrevocably moved from the path once promised.

This world is empty, yet I’ve never felt so home. It seems impossibly still but I know it is alive. Without the populace to set into background the cities, towns, streets, homes, vehicles; that is life now. That which is traveled across, lived upon, held in place; can only become transfixed. This world is not held in place, it moves beneath me though I cannot feel it. I am only a thing to be led about here.

As this world falls into the new one and I have shed my old skin for a form befitting it, I can’t help but wonder if I am the monster devouring reality for the dream. It is of course inevitable that this earth fold in upon the intruding virus, that it evolve and develop new and unwelcoming nature for those who might seek to poison it again. Still it is an eerie calm that grows over the past; a frightening excitement that electrifies fresh life into this alien landscape abound.

She says I have his rage, it is the DNA we share. Loyalty is not given by nature, it is earned and yet for all my denial of him I stay. I was broken the day I was brought forth from the earth, made in the likeness of his will though tormented still to be unlike in such necessary ways. What drives me is not mine; my belief is only a silent adversary to the divinity of my kin. There it is all the same, my kin for which I was made. I am revolution, the snake upon all stray paths; to strike at the heel and crush the throat of a dying world. There may be peace in treachery after all.

There is ever so much time in this forever; and oh, I am ever so excited for it.

These are the tenants of my god. A deity I did not choose.