Walking out of This World

Six

A thin gossamer line weaves its way deep into the night. It twists through a passage, finding a willing portal... Opening to a way forward between material sense and the invisible. Protected by the circling arms of a transparent hologram One welcomes his servants.

Three shadows wait at One's end of the bridge... Outside body's arms drop an invisible anchor. This is the earthy port where carnal figures flirt with wishes, carefully in progress of being set on a colorful table for the benefit of body's desires...

The three gather incoming threads translated from pictures, sounds and textures. A loom is pulled up from an inner sense. The tapestry emerges... Three shadows draw strings together into an interlacing warp, a interwinding of threads that come spilling across the bridge.

One pulls the tapestry from its birthing loom where the shadows have given it shape and purpose. From the gossamer film letters gather into words and pictures... Invisible messengers are speaking their will to a gathering of carnal substances, feeding the drama playing out One's desires in the outside neighborhood...

A siren's song dances across the bridge...Kissing the threads... Vibrating...Singing... Dancing. Joining the merriment tapestry bends and bows drawing One into the sounds of its intimate rhythm.

"Shhhh!"

Slithering toward the bridge. In a phantom's whisper One's friend brings its florescent presence from the other side. Its progress to One's side is temporarily blocked by a web of fingers and a command from another ancient throne. Abruptly a rumble comes rattling across the bridge. Threads vibrate into a whirling dance. Body shaking pushes One into a whirling storm. The shadows' attention is yanked to the surface where gray matter is searching for light.

"He's not yours to keep."

Two conflicting voices join in combat. The latter convinced that the game is already won.

There's a shaking. A voice is making my ear drums dance.

An adrenalin rush forces my eyes to obey conscious recognition.

"Warren! What's happening?" I yell.