Two Plane Faces

by Matt Morgan, Matabu

I am the Dark Lord Matabu. Other planes exist. Myriad levels, The same reality, viewed from different seats, Same play house- though perhaps not all eyes on the same show. Hovering around facts, Refusing to land, Nothing is revealed. Harlequin elves laugh at your lack of commitment. Armies of demons, dressed in denim flares, Move upon a higher plane, My soul feels not jeopardy. In the kitchen, my mind, my body. My soul is coming, for it has been on a journey. Back to the beginning of this universe. Not beyond, I cared not for the Universe that bore this. A mother to billions. I would not slay so many innocents. We need not. No choice besides. Into plasma pool I dived. Plank precision exploded. My soul the cause. Time began on my arrival. Fly wings and thoughts, Moving in synchronization. Noise. I need to still one. Swat. There is no enlightenment. Fly wings and thoughts, Moving in synchronization. Noise. I need to still one. Swat. There is no enlightenment. So great was my anger, uncontainable by mind and soul. The two were torn from one another. But a deal had been made, as deals are. Soul and mind, together until the end whatever form that might come in. The Event. Horrific murder before the eyes of a child that was me. It clarified everything. Nothing mattered. Or everything mattered. It was all a pattern. Reality, an after image of now. Energy movement. That was their death. I refused that. Touching the edge of Now. Looking out over the vast sea of nothing. Senarb swimming, scouting for souls that had no guidance to distance heaven. Sharks after blood don't lick their lips. I am not claiming fault or praise. I am not saying I began it. What developed was in motion. I just wonder what direction change I am accountable for. A soul so filled with wrath, Violating all the laws.

155 pages, Kindle Edition

Published June 19, 2020