EmergencE

The last hour brought her rapture.

She was not one who would disdain

the equivocal end.

As her eyesight grew light strewn , her body passed from life of electrical service into ethereal resemblance . Her eternal began to spin into dual allocated motion . Forward , luminescent, her loose form , by the exchange of chirality, became unraveled snake. Cycle complete.

What memoirs she contained joined her final connection as the bend in the knot of eternal composition . Her way became all ways , her value scattered , and her forever , reared back into the non discriminating folds of the latticework frames.

A young woman takes to running, gasping in a galloping breath , she hits the ground . Heat burns through every part of her core .

The fire breaks her binds from heavenly motion and she collapses towards the grass of the earth. Electrical response catches an arc felt in her torso as she straightens upright. She lets out a mortal cry of hysterias release.

She had begun again.

She slowed her self and allowed the message from the earth to enter her motion. She allowed for the reverberant counterbalance to speak for the correction of a series of scrambled thoughts from her own.

She recognized herself as a whole immediately . She felt as if

she had run for many echelon from the force that was now raging war on exhaustion and doubt. It had all at once , taken her out of her deepest pain. She recognized the relief as her second rematerializing .

The first time, she had believed , taunted by the staff holding lines containing music , that she had passed on . Eternal had broken into fragments and were absorbed by fluid speed . The ushering of sound worked all broken realms into a state of coldness that came with isolation. A cold that ran until static pain seared her eyes , allowing for the awakening.

When she opened her vision to sight, the valley floor of the humming abyss was falling like the sky . She had felt it crushing her from a distance . The impression called to fear and named the abyss her rival . That perception driving allowed the doom eminently to torture her. Viscious thwarts from her sensory motor moments contorted a viscose reality encapsulating her outer body until body became transparent.

No light shone from the shadowless pit, nor reflected off from it. Not a soul deemed a stop near , and she was solitary . Whistles of the crevasse warped the lines inside of non ending time , wrapping loops into recognized peaks and rushing losses. Nothingness, began to elude to faces and voices . Taunting and withholding position from her , the perceived abandoned her inside of raw , unfiltered responses. She seethed into mental illusion . Through the deepest sinks of irrational fits, her body contorted and seized . Relation became hurtful to who she was inside of safety . Her will from pride , chose to not to abide . From the origination of her tearing fibers a light was emitted.

She touched her face ...

She grew comforted and protected as she focused on her fingernails , the smooth of her skin. The sound of her own name escaped her silence. From memory, she looked into her own eyes.

She awoke on the grass . Inside of the time frame set one count before her comparison began between the second embodiment and recognition of the first . In time , with memory , she counted in on three, the next frame , she understood .

A clear vision of a distinct path forced a fierce knowledge of her own morphogenesis into next her rotation between the two states of universe. She blinked twice, escalated elastically from pressure point heights , into deep modes of circulation , contracted . With her enigmatic magnitude of all states in motion , she traced both realms , centered the connection, and found herself among the stars.