The Parallax
A man lays quietly in the dark.
He has woken to the sound of his own whimper.
Silence.
He hears nothing, but the nothing is loud.
He feels nothing, but the nothing hurts.
He looks down into his own glazed eyes.
He is floating above himself in darkness.
This is his darkness.
He becomes unaware of all that is within his mind.
Suddenly, the man below is no longer him.
A man is alone. Adrift at sea.
He knows nothing, yet knows all.
He pilots his ship; he knows his mission.
He contemplates inevitability.
Night. Day. – He knows that completing his task will seal his fate of death.
Several times, he asks himself.
He is given a fail-safe way back home.
Far too selfish.
He knows that each of his choices,
Every second, every moment,
Every action affects all of the fates of those who are from his home.
A child is born.
Not once, - but twice. Mirror images.
A reflection. Astral mimickings. Ideas of one being, but within two beings.
A parallax.
Two dimensions. Forever independent
Forever plus an exception.
A man looks to his left. He sees himself…
Another man looks to his right. He sees himself…
Together, they know all. They feel all. The see all.
They never had realized. For months on end, they watched each other.
Eyes. Hands. See. Feel.
They moved along together – but separately.
However: Now they are one.
Two forces entwined,
To make a decision.
There never are “no more options.”
Their minds are combined,
And they are ready.
Their only obstacle now is Fate.
A cunning beast.
Clever.
Fate tells the man,
He speaks of the Queen of Seas.
“The Queen of Seas will take you in,”
“The Queen of Seas will protect.”
“The Queen of Seas will not Harm.”
But.
The Queen of Seas is a mere shadow of Telos.
Decades in the making,
Telos is strong within the man.
Only once does Telos fade.
Nightmares. Night sweats. Dreams. Visions.
Night Owls.
The man is returned to the beginning,
He sits in darkness. Beside him,
Is Himself.
He now wonders, laying silently:
“Alive. Was I really ever?”
“Alive. Were we really ever?”
“Alive. When do we become?”
Goodbye to everything.
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The Parallax: Hypersleep Dialouges
PoetryA poetic arrangement inspired by Between the Buried and Me's album, "The Parallax II: Hypersleep Dialouges." This work was made simply for creative purposes. All credit goes to BTBAM for their amazing work, if you haven't heard the album, you're ser...
