Finally Found Fluency
And then, from beneath their gathered thrones,
a shadow stirs.
Not large, but endless.
Not loud, but known.
Fear.
Not so much God, as constant Mythic companion, woven into a universe of the unknown.
“I did not create them.
You did.
But you built them in my image.
Profit, shaped by fear of lack of.
Progress, born of fear of being left behind.
Efficiency – your fear of wasting time.
Extraction – your fear there isn’t enough.
Convenience – your fear of stillness.
All of them, my children clothed in your urgency.”
It smiles, with the knowing of something ancient.
“I do not seek to rule.
I only answer the call.
And you, you’ve called me for so long you thought I was silence.”
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Fear pauses, no longer a shadow, but seated now in the circle.
Not crowned. Not shunned.
Just seen.
It speaks again – not as threat, but as thread.
“You have mistaken me for a wall.
But I am threshold.
I am not your enemy.
I am the pulse that anticipates awakening.
And when you don’t wake, I fester in your soul.
I become a house of mirrors.
Reflecting back at you with every glance.
Wanting & wishing for ending.
Not of you. But rather this wretched slumber.
Yelling & shouting with all of my might.
To only be met by silence.
I appear when the edge nears, of something true.
That trembling? That tightness?
That’s the sound of the lock before it opens.
Call me alarm but know I am also alertness.
Call me dread but know I am also depth.
Call me what you need to until you remember, I was never here to stop you.
Only to ask:
Are you sure you’re ready?”
