A whisper first, a cosmic sigh,
I chased a world I couldn't spy.
Lost in the Bardo, shadows deep,
A promise that my soul would keep.
He found me there, a flickering flame,
My other self, who spoke my name –
Or was it Raus, that ancient dread,
The thoughts he planted in my head?
On Earth, a compass, true and bright,
Were Hanson's laugh and James's light.
But spirits called from darker brew,
And voices old, they filtered through.
The chemicals, a double blade,
They silenced fear, but defenses swayed.
A naive heart, a wick unkempt,
The Trickster flicked, my spirit dreamt
Of power vast, a cosmic game,
And so began my fall from grace, my endless shame.
The Well then called, or did he call?
Before the Well, I gave my all…
To whispers dark, I couldn't flee,
My shadow self, possessing me.
