A Rather Pointless Journey (PART 1)

Unfolding above me like some kind of sculpted clay

were towers that stretched beyond the clouds.

Overshadowed were the mountains,

once proud and stoic now insignificant,

worthless.

Crystal-like natural rock formations which reflected the light of the suns in the sky

hummed in harmony playing some immortal

song that i’m sure predates time.

And through them I see the distorted horizon

now tinted purple through my new lens.

It is boundless and foreign

opportunity ahead, and behind?

Nothing.

Walking toward them I notice their position is firmly rooted away

as if they slid across the landscape, expanding it beyond its natural borders.

I cannot tell whether I am making progress, yet I continue.

I never feel tired in the presence of this song which reverberates in my skull

and commands the tide of chemicals in my brain to make me stay awake.

And I am awake.

So I keep moving, despite the fact that I have no idea why or how;

or even if I’m meant to be here.

Breathing steadily, one foot in front of the other, the gravity here is intense

and I feel it in my spine.

I am drawn forward.