Golden Rules

Now that I have used up all of my nine lives what else is there for me? I have bitten into the cursed apple - broken my teeth on it’s poisonous skin, loosing myself in the thought of new days and new times. The secret universe, the answers to life’s many questions all revealed in an instant - then lost as I am woken from the deep dream. The following moments spent pushing away the fog and scratching my eyes. Under the pendulum I am tied spread eagle. The blade flashes as it catches light. It will draw blood. Break away - with shaking hands I maneuver my way through the blinding dark. They shake because I am frightened, and they shake because they are mine. They feel for things that are warm and things that are cold. As the child searchers for proximity, so do I... and so I always will. In a moment of deep introspective contemplation I had to let go my feeble grip and pray that wherever I land that I will find safety and fluid security. With a new found sense of peace and balance I will write my own Golden Rules. They will be universally understood. I will take them atop the high mountains in the North – and I will hold them up to the sun for all eyes to see.