Intro (Excerpt From 'Untitled') Poem by Aven Black

This rival of
Mindspace,
Perception,
and Fate
drives the soul,
The Touch, irate.
this mortal web, of thought
spun from the breast.
its taint lay
within The Spider -therefor Its nest.
Lo!
deny the stream,
the current may...
deny the night, itself,
from day...
lest,
see you and I
as bodies away.
In this communion:
We, the I
and
I, the We.
Cast forth, countless solid eyes and see!
Send forth, endless earthen hands and touch!
In this encompassment:
We, the I
and
I, the We.
Wherefor is it then not
that he could see
the Knot within him
like
the plot within the
Story?
'The Story? '
The story he
himself
has placed...