And on the way I sat, sheltered in death, viewing all before me.
Frozen air pooled, rippled, with glassy flames of light.
The gods parted in respect of my gaze.
Bodies tingle with my creations, folding unto time.
Life needs me, owes me.
I am the Master of Not, Controller of Thought.
The Ego
- Boquavv
- A Desert Oasis, The Mountain-filled Beehive, United States
- The third dimensional shadow of the fourth dimensional series of events that make up my life as a whole.
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