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The black shadow knelt at my bedside, in honour, in a mourning, for my body lost in phasing, deep in repose

I wanted to revive, to come into existence, to offer my hand, to touch and seek, the shadow who sought out my soul, but I, silent and waning into complete darkness, willed my sinew, begged the strength, to divide from him

His energy was palpable, vibrating beyond my conception, distorting my control, a pulse of chaos theory, summoning the transmutation…my rise, to my knees, arms outstretched and risen, my body waxing to full light, a glow, both terrifying and impossible

And he grew, an immensity I couldn’t fathom with sight nor fear, his stature and presence a quantum theory, absorbing our surroundings, until it was us, two entities amongst the vast, so I asked of his universe my place, and his hand went straight through to my core, to the very essence of my being, and for the first time in what has felt like eons, I was true, the moon to his witching hour

E.A. O'Connell. November 2018