Thought Childrenby James Brittainalight and discover themselves. But should the solitary thoughts come marching home from their foray into the world, would they be welcome in these pulsating halls of clay? Beggarly fugitives of carnality, they scrabble at the inner door like mice seeking refuge from the cold. Each rabid offspring of inner musings clamours for attention, but their keenings go unheeded in the chambers of light. Though they be children, my children, my unseen offspring, they shrill in vain concerning mortal thrills and waste their puny breaths, for I cannot think about them today. Thought children, though they be sired from within, have no mastery over me, but I over them. Let those few who are worthy find entrance to the inner chambers, but let the rest languish without. Those winged creatures which have ascended to the halls of the King and returned, they will dine at my table; and upon their small, but strong wings, this living house will burst the barriers of light and bask in the aura of pure, liquid consciousness which runs along the path of every living soul. And those children within will make me a child again...forever. |
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