All Over Again

"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