Title: Omnia mutantur, nihil interit. (Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost.)
Author: newtypeshadow (kai)
Summary: on the transition of one Idea of Dream to another.
FW: 08-09-03
LR: 08-13-03
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Spoilers: Sandman vol.10: The Wake
_italics_
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Freed from this self-made cage
by a destructive desire to remove all obstacles -- even if they be
me.
Emerging new and raw and unsure of what to make
in the wreckage of all that I was before I burned the excess away
from my core.
Like a phoenix, feeling the pain and anguish of death; the world
as seen through new eyes, those of a child, yet still remembering
myself
before self-made death. How long before I noticed I was changing, spreading
long-clipped wings? Did I know deep inside I'd have to deconstruct to
reconstruct myself
whole? How long was I within her embrace seeking only
the comfort of her warm hand, as she gave to so many others
before me?
There was less fear, more resignation (for I am _old_), yet still mystery, for I would travel
into a realm not my own. But as I said before the demons and the Devil that day,
I carry
with me hope. When all else has been destroyed, still hope
for new life remains. It is in all things. It is in me. It is the almighty
phoenix rising
hope and rebirth I carried with me into the consuming dark unknown.
Even as I passed out of this world, I was born into it.
Alive.
This is yet another face of me, for even those harder than stone must change.
This face is new, unsure, untested, but it is still me, and I remember
self-destructing.
If I fall again of my own sand-fine shadowed design, I will be resurrected all-knowing and all-remembering
from my own web and its pattern, for I am Endless, no matter my face. I am
always.
Do you remember me?
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
AN: 'her' is sister Death
Written in the wake of The Wake. Who else was made giddy with pent-up emotion and energy after finishing that series?
Author: newtypeshadow (kai)
Summary: on the transition of one Idea of Dream to another.
FW: 08-09-03
LR: 08-13-03
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Spoilers: Sandman vol.10: The Wake
_italics_
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Freed from this self-made cage
by a destructive desire to remove all obstacles -- even if they be
me.
Emerging new and raw and unsure of what to make
in the wreckage of all that I was before I burned the excess away
from my core.
Like a phoenix, feeling the pain and anguish of death; the world
as seen through new eyes, those of a child, yet still remembering
myself
before self-made death. How long before I noticed I was changing, spreading
long-clipped wings? Did I know deep inside I'd have to deconstruct to
reconstruct myself
whole? How long was I within her embrace seeking only
the comfort of her warm hand, as she gave to so many others
before me?
There was less fear, more resignation (for I am _old_), yet still mystery, for I would travel
into a realm not my own. But as I said before the demons and the Devil that day,
I carry
with me hope. When all else has been destroyed, still hope
for new life remains. It is in all things. It is in me. It is the almighty
phoenix rising
hope and rebirth I carried with me into the consuming dark unknown.
Even as I passed out of this world, I was born into it.
Alive.
This is yet another face of me, for even those harder than stone must change.
This face is new, unsure, untested, but it is still me, and I remember
self-destructing.
If I fall again of my own sand-fine shadowed design, I will be resurrected all-knowing and all-remembering
from my own web and its pattern, for I am Endless, no matter my face. I am
always.
Do you remember me?
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
AN: 'her' is sister Death
Written in the wake of The Wake. Who else was made giddy with pent-up emotion and energy after finishing that series?