Outro : [Noel Bosch]



I can hear the oceans skirt grinding against the sand that lies beneath me, its song unuttered and serene. I stand motionless on the ground as a sense of contentment overcomes my entire self. They are watching. I know. The creatures of my dreams are coming to me as they scream my name. Turning my head sideways, I see them making their way towards me —no —I’m pleading for them to come to me, to lie on this floor that is constantly getting colder and colder, for I no longer desire to be alone. I ask them to approach me for I am just like them, part of a system that only sees to it that we end up suffering. They come closer, my brothers and sisters.

The first creature arrives and grabs a piece of me. He takes it away as if it had no value whatsoever. In time another one does the same. I lie there watching as they disembody me, as if my pieces are no longer significant to this material world governed by money and hypocrisy. It’s almost depressing the thought of being torn apart as you struggle to hang on to life and the fact that these strangers, whom you believed were your lifelong companions, are the ones carrying out the task falls heavily into your heart.

  Another takes my leg; the others, my fingers. The little ones takes my eyes —which they find so amusing —and just like that my entire self was gone. All that remains is my brain and heart: two of the holiest part of my body, which they left unperturbed on the cold damp floor, waiting. In time, a creature bigger than all of the others came, a female with a far­reaching hat made of feathers from birds no longer existent. She grabs my heart, splits it in two and throws it into the ocean. This she does to my brain as well, and a gently emptiness begins to reign upon my soul, but in a matter of seconds a boiling sensation overcomes my void. Life finds a way, as my heart and brain regain structure and my new body come to be. I begin to feel anew.

In time both —heart and mind —finally converge, as if the only thing standing between was the blindness I had towards myself.  Rising calmly from the cold and liquefying field, I could hear a strong and yet soothing song play as the creatures from the field behold my resurrection.

I'm the king of my own land...

As I listen to these words, I feel as if my body was being illuminated. I feel like the sun, shining and ever present.

Facing tempest of dust, I’ll fight until the end...

My lips curl up into a smile as I inhale readying myself for the scream, not one of agony or pain but of joy and life.

Creatures of my dreams, raise up and dance with me...

Now and forever, I’m your king...

The creatures raise the body parts that once belonged to me as they shout and dance beneath the coming morning. Those pieces that were so full of corruption and emptiness no longer mean anything to me. They became a memory, for now...  Now I am but reborned and unspoiled, cleansed by the molecules of water.  I am the new generation bound to nothing and yet, a slave to all. I join the creatures in their festivities, shouting towards the rising sun. My lungs are burning with energy as we fasten the pace of the dance. This is my outro, this is the beginning of my end...
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