Immaculate Conception

I am following the woman of masked methods into a rounded straight trimmed along the sides cutaway hall designed to appear as stone, the material is composite plaster with cardboard mush some of which dusts onto her doll wig. Sobs pass through my concentration as waves carry the wind soundlessly. I am now determination without a physical entity to create the motion; the voice summons an origin for me to spiral inside the intention as a tunnel of matter spins into formation.

"You surely do not believe this will keep them apart..."

"I do..."

"Then you are misled as the sands through an hourglass determine your end."

"That is why they must be apart."

"Once passed through the center you will sift through while we watch the contraption conclude."

There is no reply; there is no need for such. This statement alone is the force of nature which breaks the barrier of presumption showcasing stance of absolute power; the virgin bearing a crystal ball will only reveal that which is practical magic for faith to conceal. Questions formulate from the audience as they are shocked into inquiry for what they witness.

"What will conclude?"

"Eternity..."

Yasmeen flips from a stone edge forged from an island's lava trail flattened by Thor's hammer into a soft mass of avalanche snow; I join her with a roll across grass the sun forms.

"How is it we are here?"

"This is our remaining inquisition; every other we found reason."

"Logic is whence we came?"

"Logic is how we will go..."

"Go where?"

"Wherever our minds are..."

"Our minds must be in stillness with the essence of our hearts."

"Together they abide as one but where?"

As we separate to walk the widening cross of concrete in elliptical hypnosis gathering blocks into a maze of wonder I notice a Centaur guarding a door; I reach out my hands to touch his face, surprised from the gesture he turns the knob instead. Looking through the glass to capture his appearance is the disappearance of man.

"Welcome..."

Attachment is a sensation I rather not feel; without acknowledging the source of mysterious guidance I quietly explore his realm. I am neither comfortable or uncomfortable in this geometrical collection of a city's splendor; the feeling of admiration is withheld for another moment perhaps, I wish not to suffer from an emotion I am yet to uncover as my twin is mutably in the same place across the street.

"Is there anything in particular you are looking for..."

"Yes...I need to work."

"You need to work or do you enjoy working?"

"Both..."

"We do have a position available."

"What are the requirements?"

"I need the person to be dependable."

Jungles are without saviors only kings crowned by survival with queens holding it down for them; this is where we discuss the situation.

"There is no law here only the will of man."

His face is a mural on a subway train shutting down the Bronx terminal; black cap turned sideways exposes the fade on his cranium shaped into a skull with burning candles.

Running to catch a purchased ticket a lady wearing a little black dress surrounded with dreadlocks underneath red and black exit sign stops for next moment to arrive; I am lost.

"You in the right place brother. Settle down......the cart is about to let on."

I never noticed her suitcase until we boarded the box.

"I am not scheduled to work for a while..."

"Neither am I..."

Mighty is our mutual vibe while we circle the library floor of philosophy deep into sundown; we each found a book....no doubt.

"Bhagavad Gita..."

"Upanishads..."

"Quantum Physics..."

All related little known for premonition of starting something we never going to get out we unravel the mummification of princes amongst the dark land. Must of been the man who sent to get us as we run with the literature in our hands; terminators come in many forms of disposition while we switch position for the light stand. Off, on, off, on....the lamp trips the circuit breaker in the hotel room as everybody starts running into the halls we hear windows breaking glass on every floor.....running....running....running.....when do we stop?