Hallucinations so palpable I could feel the wind on my face as the door opened. Echos that last for ages, only to pile upon each other. Amazing revelations, bursts of creativity that seemingly last for hours only to bring me back to the present -- the moment of eternity gone -- only to be known as a handful of seconds.
i scream and roar in summoned rage as it powers me, charging its way through the tribulations of life's boundaries. but this creation, this gestation, this manifestation of my newfound self is not bound to me. its image warps and twists, hallucinating visions beyond the scope of my eye's alternating reflection. it surges with a life my life cannot control. so i hold it with a grip as fragile as its strength hypocrisizes.
yet i realize, doubtfully: its path will direct away, away from me, away from tanglible existence.
and suddenly i am limp, flacid with the loss of once inflated emotion and creativity. my own nativity disappearing as if feigned translucence were a burden.
were i to have absolute power in my hands for a blink of a second would be to have an Infinity Gauntlet but one size too large, yet still one size too small. and so I stand, blank hands unsheathed, awaiting sublime tattoos from this henna muse.
