The presence returns
Behind the shoulder
Witnessing
The cold chill
The touch of consciousness merging
The recognition
But the amnesia strong still
The alchemist weary
Urging the shaman to acquire the skill
That which the soul possesses
To manifest at will
For there is now that need
The pyramid of power evokes the enchantment
and the grains of sand are further mesmerised
Seemingly nothing stands in the way of the shadow
Total domination guaranteed
He who has been there before witnesses it
and appears powerless to prevent the end
Unable to use magick to choke that ill
Entrapped in a body barely recovering
The observer silent and the witness melancholy
Physical existence demands aid
But nothing is appearing
It seems the oracle is now redundant
For that is the way it seems now
And the presence sends further chill
The observer reporting; assuming the way of the scribe
Gathering all the ability but at no pace
Slowly there is a shape being taken
Within is content; there is truly no apathy
The soliloquy heralding results: a change of will
Ability to control
and manifest thoughts on a whim
For that was how it has been
and it is the necessity now
For the witness out on a limb
Asking the observer to bestow that gift
Permitting the inward being to have external control ....
Matthew James Tuesday, 5 February 2002