/lit/ - Literature

Tfw reality fractures
Oh god oh fuck what is this the beast is here to take what is his. My attempts to ward it were childish and meaningless. I’ll tell you what keeps happening. Patterns are converging in a self evident future. I’m stuck in the present of confusion where nothing is worked out. Yet steel beings enter through temporal fault lines to dance around me in this meditation circle. Casting rites over and across me then pulling them taut bringing me to Earth, all while chanting NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE. Their stares a globohomo ADS heat ray liquefying my form and coagulating my puddle self with the ground. I’m a Cronenberg blob!

I don’t even know what I did to invoke these entities. Because I’ve lately been thinking in public and being inconspicuous. About the Mandelbrot fractal unfurling in the material/biological realm with increasing complexity as the variable t increases, exhibiting pockets of evolutionary development which self-divide into interactive ecosystems of complexly balanced subsystems we like to divide down into kingdom, genera, species, individual organism, what have you, while, at face value, observing itself through bulbs of self-perception and systems of interacting bulbs within the larger human superorganism, as we talk about our history and our species and ourselves and our own capacity for self-perception.

In the revolving infernal machine, at my haunted locus point there was static between me and the astral. I may have been split then and part of me may be with the agents I don’t know but that may be the next plane? No but I think it’s full awareness and consciousness in each particle. Which is the terror of TRUE pantheism. What they don’t tell you is how uncomfortable it is to feel every flesh particle vibrating. Of course I used to want it with my all-encompassing naïveté.

There’s no going back right? My downy wings were eaten in fire so I fall hoping gravity will pull me yet I find only the echoes of space.