Lambda

I am forever running in the opposite direction, even if

for the fleeting moment of a sun-flare's duration

I am bingeing on darkness and it's haunting caress.

Remember exactly who you are young man, or you'll be torn asunder;

ripped into so many pieces that no one, no matter the calibre of their calloused lanterns

could bear the sight of your tattered palace.

"No one gets out alive, no one."
But the getting is key, and we all get somewhere before we're done our night dive.

I am going somewhere golden thank you very much; I am using my breath to achieve it and clasp it and hold it so tightly I faint and awake where it's absolutely all right again.

Run with me.

All appears as an abyss, all is empty and encroaching and offering us no oxygen.

I will beseech thee, the one and the all of you:

press completely on and through that darkness with the last atoms of anything resembling oxygen which your finite little lungs clutch in their death throws.

The sight of what awaits us beyond this obsidian wall is such that
every
single
minute
thing

which has pricked your side on the way down
will be worth it's weight in white gold.