One night I dreamt of seeing
A throne with no substance
In a sky that fled from it
In changing pink, green, and sapphire,
Glowing orange and purple.
They ran and bled together
Harmony, mixing perfection
Clouds in gold and silver robes
Also flew away.
And in the center without substance,
Every substance combined
And made One: beauty.
Words could not express
Such greatness ever-
Flowing rivers from the throne,
To the throne:
A blended, melting, flowing
Rainbow of precious stones
Sing with one voice
And then I woke up, feeling cheated. I tried to get up but threads of trepidation held me to the bed. For after glimpsing perfection how could I face today? Chased by shadows of a dream I lay immobile, unmoving, unmotivated to face another day full of everything I hate. Purity at my fingertips, trembling eargerness I was overcome; but not quite. There must have been some other force that caused the polar tug-of-war, and I lost... To both sides. For victory of the one made me wish for the victory of the other; my mind divided from my heart I was lost.
Which leads us to the present for I am still lost, and wonder if I will ever again see perfection: the visible transparency of wetless flowing substance without substance.
What can the imperfect do to gain perfection? And as I lay here I wonder what the unclean can do to purify themselves: Soap inadequately shifts the rot from one place to the other, and though giving the illusion of having been cleansed, over time one discovers that the infection remains and not only that, it is worse than before.
My skin once smooth now covered in sores, oozing yellow pus and black ink blood. Smells foul even to me, and yet no one seems to notice; not mine, not their own.
One thing comes to mind: I must burn it all away. I strip out of stinking filthy rags, and though the scabs are ripped open I don't notice. Perfect purity ahead, I leap into the flames and relish in the burning pain flicted.
Refined I will be blacker then whiter; tarnished then brighter; first weak then strong. As perfection takes hold and takes over I become beautiful.