Grand Tidal Rave - Rev 16:8

Escaping the furious blaze a spark ignites the path.

The sleep haze fed hills grow taller and darker.

Unforgiving terrain slowly reaches the shelter.

As time passes and hunger starts eating away.

The stench is so profound, even the wolves ignore the bait.

As morning comes the haze is gone, the hills take the shape of plains.

Suddenly the arrow’s fired, the shelter breaks.

Another step takes him there, the heard swept under his feet.

Inhibition’s face, beyond dread’s reach.

A chapter untouched, left forgotten.

No matter the principals or from where they may derive.

This truth is not meant for you.

It was never for you to grasp.

The perception will cage you and drive you to fear

And your plague would merely sicken the cause.

Once the threshold is reached there’s no more.

This leaves meaning and the sense of all behind,

It is fueled by the one, the one linear line.

A power moving in a single rate, the force behind the arrow’s head.

Stepping off the ledge to receive the release of breath.

Willingly giving in he opens into revelation’s point.

Beyond the range of high mountains,

Where the one awaits

To carry him to the clear recurrent

Slide of mind’s infinity.

In one motion, emptied, stands a glass of salt.

Filled by the one, his uncertainty drawn dry.

The delivered written word is finally freed

Now covered with the blood of his heart.

Life detachment — Erase the curse of rational bonds,

Grand attachment — embrace eternal exhale.