Journal Recovery, the Wake for Blackout Mike

I killed the part of me I call Blackout Mike; this was the part that believed the lie about chemicals substituting for love as a basic human need. He wasn’t an evil person, he was just too weak to thrive in this world. He did not serve me. As proof of my honor and compassion, however, I will throw him a wake. And any good wake includes music, whether it be a dirge or an aria…

“The End of Dormancy” by Voivod

Uncertain sky, ocean of silence / Nothing in sight, only storms in the distance / Gear up, meeting point at zero hour / It looks like this is far from over

Signals coming from deep space giant void / Magnetic shields are ready to deploy / Unknown waves are rumbling stronger / Confirmed, this comes from underwater

I always thought this could be real / Always assumed that it was near / Not having a single doubt / Not having a second thought

THE WAKE

This the end of dormancy

THE WAKE

Something from the bottom of the sea

These kinds of things can’t be revealed / Who would have thought? Who would believe? / Fear of the unknown will stay on / Because no god has ever saved anyone

THE WAKE

From the seabed underneath

THE WAKE

Millions of years of dormancy

THE WAKE

Recharged by the waste of energy

THE WAKE

This thing will change our destiny

“To all vessels, keep your position. All units, ready to counterattack.”

Under the surface, gravitational waves / Abyssal hurricane from the alien base / Trans-fictional sky engulfed in flames / Too late to retreat, too amazed to relate

Time is stretching, movements divide / The course of events suddenly modified / Melted in the structure, bodies petrified

Staring at me asking for help before they die.

Published by oregonmikeruby

I’m a regular guy that happens to like bicycling. I don’t look down my nose at people that don’t bike, or only bike casually, or aren’t into sacrificing their body/money/time/safety/sanity for the sake of biking. I have many other interests besides biking...but biking is the focus of this blog...other interests may come up incidentally.

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