The Dream

The Dream                              

 

In my dreams I see it.
The triangle, blacker than the most abyssal depths and the most lightless void. It hangs there, above and before me. It is the most perfect thing I have ever seen. And by far the most terrible.

It has dimension, though not perceptibly. Like a pyramid that inversely occupies space, instead of taking it up.

It is a hole, but not as you would imagine one to be. Holes go somewhere, they have an end. Not this. It's is not that it goes nowhere, simply that there is nothing beyond it. Absence. Emptiness.

As I watch, it begins to consume. Slowly at first. It draws inwards, sucking in the air, anything material nearby. The triangle begins to tear at reality. It claws at the walls of existence, and time begins to rend apart. It keeps going, pulling in ever more down into the unstoppable, insatiable maw. Endlessly. Then I wake.

I have no recollection of when the dreams started. Nor can I perceive when they will end. Maybe they have always been there, sometimes forgotten in the amnesia of sleep.

I've begun to see it when awake now too. At first out of the corner of my eye, a half glimpsed shadow. An angular spectre. Slowly over the days it has crept to the fore of my vision and now I view the world around it, as though they both cannot occupy the same space.

It beckons me now. Calling it's siren promise in horrible, perfect silence. The infinitude of nothing. A promised end to it all. I used to shy away from the call. From the voids song.

Now it is resolved and solidified in my mind like the triangle itself in my vision. It soothes, croons. Sings.

I just want it to end. I want it to leave me, forever, and yet I cannot imagine being without it.

Soon, I will step into it. Enter its midnight folds. And there will be an end to it, finally. Just as the song promises. I will be no more, as tangible as the nothing within the hole.

Or, I will be somewhere else. And that frightens me.

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I had to read this several times to really appreciate how you wrote a perfect dream a perfect anomaly in some of your words and phrases saying it was dark but light above me but before me the most perfect thing but by far the most terrible etc etc, I love this how you do opposites in your sentances. this keeps it interesting and keeps the reader thinking and questioning. thankyou for this wonderful poem into my dream contest good luck