This is familiar unknown ground, I feel beneath my feet

A Static Epic

From the Book: A Companion for the Lost

This is familiar unknown ground,

.       i feel beneath my feet

 

 

I am guided not by will, or knowledge

But through a sense of memory

I have been here before

.          Ventured through these

.     Obstacles, touched the air that

Hangs over me, yet I      don’t know

Why,

.        Although my tools, know this path,

My leg apon the floor, as it has

Before, and as it will again

.       As I climb, the steps to reach my

Undisclosed goal, I start to question

My motivation

.        Although this is soon quelled

By my        approach to the summit

.      My transport awaits, it welcomes

Me, with        warmth and light,

.     It is not mine to question, I accept

.      And enter, awaiting to finally move

Where do I start on a story that has already ended?

A Static Epic

From the Book: A Companion for the Lost

Where do I start on a story that has already ended?

 

 

It happens however, that this story

is one of repetition, constantly changing,

yet always remaining.

.                      My equipment, both physical and

emotional,                      is worn down,

repaired with little to no skill,

and barely functioning.

.          They themselves have been well used

in this story so far, and show

their age and distress much more

effectively than myself.

.         I will begin you entrance into

this story where I currently reside,

In the middle of a cycle.

.                 I assume its the middle,

Everything feels familiar, and yet I don’t

Know its course

.               Although I could hazard

.                      a guess

a Static Epic

I am currently undertaking a new project, called a static epic, its describes why current journey I am on, in my life, situation, and relationships,
Its spans over various books formed of chapters, some of which are drawn, some are written, and some are sound.
I take the role of protagonist and deal with idea of undergoing a journey, venturing into unknown, yet remaining static. The more I move and explore, the more I remain in the same place.
I am attempting to reconstruct the books on this blog. The order of the chapters and the books are not important , as the protagonist remains in the same place.