Ad Infinitum Book One Master of the Nine Steps

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by John Northern

PROLOGUE

  Again

  I was trailing the desert—

  Waves of sand

  Reflecting

  faint lights in the night,

  Stars shining,

  The night was chill

  And

  The wind blew lightly

  Swirling sands

  Upon shoes

  Sifting through clothes

  And lying upon my hair

  "Time has weathered"

  I thought

  As I traveled the sands

  "And eons

  Have passed;

  But soon

  Now

  I will find the light

  Of the rising sun"

  The sand crunched

  As I footed it

  Below

  The wind whistled

  Through the starlit night

  Raising fingers

  From the white sands

  The moon was slowly rising

  And its light

  Was streaming

  Shadows

  Upon a still sea

  Of barren land

  I searched the horizon

  As I crested a dune

  I stood upon,

  Looking for another garden

  Within the Universal desert

  As of yet

  I could see none,

  But one was near

  For the scent of liquid air

  Filled my perception

  As I searched for the garden

  I thought again

  Of the rising sun

  "The light to make

  My gardens green,

  My skies blue,

  And my white mountains bright;

  And soon now

  It comes

  Rising

  On the horizon -

  The power in existence

  To brighten

  My future paths"

  Gradually,

  As I stood upon the crest—

  My mind

  In meditative thought,

  As the moon

  Rose

  Slowly

  Casting long shadows,

  And as the sound of the wind

  Upon wind

  Whistling

  And wind

  Upon sand

  Swirling

  Grew mentally distant,

  It began

  Slowly

  It grew louder

  The sound

  The ringing in my mind

  The sign of Ad Infinitum

  Sometimes

  Like a roar—

  Sometimes

  Like a whisper

  Spoke

  The Voice,

  But always

  To hear it

  Was like a storm in the night

  I moved

  A few steps forward

  And sat

  Upon the crest,

  Legs sloping down,

  And I looked at the stars

  "The night becomes a silent trip"

  I thought

  As I watched the infinite lights

  "The voice—

  Like a cat on running black velvet

  Ever coming

  Padding softly

  The silent stalk

  Quiet now

  And listen

  Hear it"

 

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