"All Over Again"
Knock on the Devil's door
long enough
and something will answer.
You will need more
than what you brought
to exist beyond
that moment of confrontation.
Time will s t r e t c h infinetly backward
and extend in w a y s
where only the moment
you experience in memory
as the present
could be used to break you.
Every memory
will exist
at the same time
with every painful one
being at the forefront.
The suffering
would only be
the first thing
you would know.
The very essence of despair
would come through
your own stream of time
among the existential
and the conscious.
You wouldn't realize
at first
but would come
to know
that this process
is only nature.
A process As natural
as the birds eating seeds
or maggots Feasting
upon rotting flesh.
A system of balance
where life
is only a piece
of a much larger machine.
There's nothing humane
in the way
it would happen;
humanity is but only
a futile construct of defiance
to the natural order of things.
A necessary piece to the machine,
an illusion of struggle
to make
a more powerful connection
and nevertheless,
to never change the outcome,
to never change
what you will become.
The existential flesh
of your mind
would very precisely
be flayed and stripped away,
leaving behind
something different.
Leaving eyes
coated over
with black
and no pupils,
leaving a dark sheen
of infintie existence
glinting with its own
swilring galaxies
and cosmic pillars
of stardust and creation.
A being of purity
that has at long last
inside infintiy
found its purpose,
existing now in its final form
to finally hear
the next knock on the door,
to finally reach with purpose
and answer
and begin this process once more.
-Armando Torres
