Meeting Myself, Myself Meeting me  {1}

There were dreams this time. There....
never have been before
on all the other occasions I've visited.
Vividly clear, tangibly tactile,
filmed in wide-screen, multi-angled
three dimensional/four dimensional
Dreams?
Realities? Possible.
Alternative universes, just a communal wafer thick.
Here was 'the body of.....a Christ?
Me?
You?
Anything and everything?
Specific points of linear singularity.
Divided and split, split and divided
Some, I recovered and continued living.
In others I died.
I could see all the possible outcomes,
available endings,
just a hairsbreadth away.


A disembodied voice
incessantly demanding
“Chose! Choose! Choose!”
A God?
A guiding spirit?
My own inner madness screaming?
I have never been there.....
offered such countless futures available.
How can one choose?
When, what appears to be a new start
a new thread to grasp and follow,
may lead to a worse fate.
…....A fate worse than the death I was offered.
In one of the possible futures would I.....
Beat women? Become bigoted?
Condone religious intolerance?
Groom? Molest? Rape?
Kill
for passion? Greed?
Indiscriminately?


Reality returned,
with the force of a forty ton truck
hitting a small insect on the wind-shield.
Eyes wide, staring, uncomprehending
why a nurse was there.
Slapping face.
Causing pain.
“He's back with us,
he's conscious”
Her voice came out perfectly.
In synch with a bleep
her voice contained an electronic beep
between.....every......word
Had I chosen?
Why would I pick this one?
I wanted, needed
to return to the realm of The Gods.
I hadn't finished perusing
the Travel Brochure of Life
“we’re losing him again. No. Nothing”
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Relax. The shop remains open,
everything still on special offer.


Waggy   27.05.2012