Here is my domain which I leave before you. This is the first gate that you must pass through. My psychopomp psyche beckons you to try me. I’ll petition the gods for you and relay what they say. For a little coin, or maybe a trade.
With arms wide open, a grin or grimace spreads across your face. You probably don’t know what to say to me since the time you left me here.
I am calm in the centre of the storm, you may tether yourself to me if you need help being strong. I am mmmother Chaos, if you didn’t recognise me. I know who you are. I have been in your place. What shame you must feel to be forced to face what you have so conveniently forgotten.
One of these days, Alice, one of these days… I’ll get it right, I promise you. Slice by slice.
Out of the void of my nothingness, I was born. An electrical storm of warring explosions, I tore myself apart and then there were 2 – of me. A reflection, you see. A different version, negative, polarised, and again integrated and synthesised.
I keep changing faces because I am nigh happy with my appearance, my representation of myself.