The Day Before. (Original 2017 Version)

Day Nine.

Day Nine.

As I lie here dying, my last note heals. Fog bellows in shame, below the holds. Chains rattling in darkness, for years to come. For no fun left, but scarred wastelands. A fight I must overcome, we must. A fight that will leave the Earth torn and worn. Fractured by something that maybe has not yet happened. Maybe the truth has yet to be found, truly. Maybe these memories have been all but warnings, maybe found.

Where am I now? I remember nothing once again, but never I do. Painful travesties covered in tapestries, and everything but glue. Napping on the edge of time, and paralleled by you. For nothing is now, and now you are too.

Here with me rests the truth, as everywhere else lies, and the margins due. In this line, we find. We find everything about everything, but not yet do we mind. Why am I talking to you, you do not exist. I will go back to myself, as I am all that is there.

I come back to this one place. I have been here before. I remember something about it but nothing comes forth. Something happened here, something big. So big it had to be, it probably spilled. Spilled all over, like a blotch in time. A hole. A hole in mind.

A hole in the ground is before me. A piece of wood lies in this hole. It says something, but as I pick it up, it falls apart and turns to dust. Am I even close? So here I am.

Holler, refrain, that leaking drain haste, a waste, this space and place I retrace and embrace the lasting grace of eternal flames in the same busting case in time. I faced. I don't know, just embrace the aged pace.

How long has it been? So long... I think, but I cannot refrain. I have to say one more thing. I forget. I fall asleep again.