Blistered

The shadows continually call to me.
Ubiquitous rays confirm their doubted
validity. Rising above this mind,
crying for a sense of understanding.
To walk towards the voices would surely be
death. Or at least a temporary
stay. The brain pumps as a beating heart. How
steadily the pulse should feel. Bringing life-
spreading it through the entirety
of the body. When paused, the cold ensues.
The melting cold, so frigid is the touch.
But the sounds reaffirm the unknown
yet discover flight. How deep is the sea.
This oasis of truth and bliss.
Unattainable is peace. For they will
refuse to be silenced. Quiet seems
now a relative word. Without a chaste
meaning. Mountains to climb, faces to see.
Ensuing life impossible to live.