Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Before The Aftershock (The Conduit-Prequel)

Conduit I’ve been called,
The words I cannot recall,

Many thoughts rush vapidly
Many hearts beat in synchronicity
The rhythm patter
The fluidity
My mind processes the information much too slowly

Deep inside I drift away
Eyes roll back
Witnessing the observations to be had within,

Then for a varying length of time, each different,
All consciousness is lost,
What happens during this frame of time?
I have no recollection,
I dare not attempt,
The warnings were not meant for me

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