Gabriel McCaughry

“Faceless...
Without any origin point,
And yet thou hast given me a radius,
Thou hast given me boundaries and a centre,
Thou hast given a certain Gamut of expressions,
Ratio and extremes,
Thou hast given me a familiar magnitude,
Thou hast given me spirit
And a Hybrid visage,
Thou hast given me amoeba-like traits,
Thou hast given me genders,
Thou hast given me everything
Ye deemed imaginable!

Yhou hast even given me a Name... Several through the AEons, actually.
Many aspects ye wear as lustrous ornaments;
same is Flesh a garment.

Where are thou going, son of man?
There is no escaping me,
Yet I am no prison.

Art thou free, son of man?
From me, nobody is safe,
Yet I am true freedom.

Aim high, and I will be down below.
Lay low, and I will hover high above.
Stand still, and I shall circle around thee.
Breathe, and I shall coil around your neck.

Seek me out, and dissolve back to Sleep.

What art thou, son of man?

This bliss I give.
But bliss I do not share;
In this sense I am fair.

My words may be Wisdom,
But forever shall raise more questions...
In this respect - I am perfect”
― Gabriel McCaughry, hAurorae. The recalling or the retelling of the many Pasts made Present & Whole again.