Monologue continued part 2. Transitory dimension

 

Please read part 1. 

, A transitory  dimension. 
1.

Am I at the elisium? 

It seems so ethereal. 

“No my good soul” 

I hear a voice meekly… 

“it’s a stoppage, a tunnel” 

“Do you see a flowing runnel” 

“No”, I mumble. 

Why it’s white and serene? 

I yearn, am I asleep? 

Take me back please. 

“But you still shall return to thee” 

Shall I sneak or see. 

2

Muffled drums, oozing from the marching, 

Ebulition of emotion, myriad of seethe

How can I explicate? 

We shall meet again. 

Remember the apprentice of Qudamah,

Life is beyond, not a dilemma. 

3.

“Take your opulence” 

“Oh frazzled soul, 

Don’t be a vacuous, 

Wait for the trumpet whistle” 

 

 

 

 

Any thoughts, please comment.

 

Still left,

Part 3,

A trip

Read my other posts,

dimensions 
the other side

rain

the ballad of the wall. 

twist. 

betrayal song. 

Etc.

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