Prologue To Eternity

I draw into the artificial womb and travel from the day upon my breath until dimension fades, a silent shift occurs, and there is no more self to pad the absolute, yet from the depth emerge the wonders of an ambience that I shall only know in full when breath is gone and I slough off this cumbrous body for a flight of some flirtacious fantasy which I perceive is hovering, perhaps in readiness beyond the mist. Until that time I long to tell you more, cannot, but to say that even this is more than words or wonder will allow-- no god I ever met would try to speak of it, nor lover of the truth reveal that which I daily see-- and know, and feel. What tumult lies within the thought that you, the reader, may elect to come along one golden day--or let it slip away! ~