I am not a vexing monstrosity of social pompousness or incredulous spirituality. I seek the answers to questions that have not been asked. The light of dawn is fast approaching, and your eyes will go blind at the twilight before the glory. Forget me; for I am not beyond the horizon, I am the horizon. My beliefs, the deepest writhing scraps of my being; will perpetuate the ascension of a vastly more capable and loving self. Redefine the twisting heavens; you are the scarlet beaded clouds before the day. Embers of your hand prevent pharaoh from reaching your waters; I am the space between the parting sea. Fragrant melody escapes your tongue; subtle incognizant waves permeate the boundaries between us. The Crescent fades, the temple built; the solemn faces release toxic gasses. Voices escape neither cloud nor corridor. Blasts echo, demons howl, serpentine darkness encapsulates the sunlit street fairs of yesteryear. The end is not near. Safety exists. My arms are open but unreachable. Before the day comes; my heart belongs to you. The caveat found; subjectivity unbound, we are all together now in endless harmonious sound. Worldlessness will not free you; continue to explore, as I shall follow you in step, watching for your safety. Today was the spring of hope, the winter of despair;in most literal of terms. So continue on your path; as I will always elude you in the hills beyond. Remember to wear comfortable footwear.