we are not survivors
survivors have escaped something dangerous
something lethal
something that lives only in the past
it is over
you can go home
~
for us it is never over
it lives in the white noise of consciousness
in dreams too strange to relate or explain
a key has turned
a door unlocked
we have seen what is inside
a thing so vast and timeless
that it has neither form nor void
dimly apprehended but calling to us
~
we have not survived this
it is our journey