Entry 487

Outside of the cave,
My eyes ache —

Never before had I known 
What difference there is 
Between open and closed.

Never before
Had I existed 
Without an echo —

This silhouette 
Stretching beneath me 
Is manifestation of cave-memory.

Woken, 
I walk below 
Nothing.

Within the vastness of space
There flows a holy taste
That consumes the physical 
Like flame.