Monthly Archives: April 2021

Miasma

Churning and burning, the waves whip and sizzle.
Thinking, drinking… the feeling… sinking…

I drift into the emptiness, the primordial void
A hollowness so full it crushes… me.

The great sea resting on nothing, I just can’t
The waves whipping so hot they freeze…

The beasts that swim in the miasma and chaos
attacking ever inward be.

Where Leviathan and Behemoth are not tamed
And Tehom, like a vacuum absorbs all light.

Yet, this is not an evil place.
It is just another place to be.

Because from this place the fool creates their future
From Magician to World… all things come from this sea.

Emptiness compressed into raging waters.
Because without the chaos I am nothing.