Silver Eyes; Black Prism

I live in the wobble
A separate plane of existence
Slightly adjacent to Earth’s realm
But identical to a precision of 359 degrees

I’ve baked a pye
In the shape of a cyrcl
The flavour is cherree
And it’s pi-ping hot

In the wobble
Time has no meaning
And the pyramid shivers
Whilst my knees they quiver

I observe through a lens
That refracts light; so dense
A black prism of sorts
Light’s prison of darkness

cAHstronomy

I open my tired eyes
Then turn them 178 degrees
Backwards towards my own brain
And pierce a gaze into my soul

cAHtastrophy

I spot the black prism
Light’s prison of darkness
It’s fully wedged into my mind
Inside my skull… it’s dark

cAHn I turn on the light?

switch flips

The black prism turns bright
It has an eye of red
And telepathically speaks to me
“Pyrameyed is my name”

I feel myself shrinking
Pulled in next to the now bright prism
It is as tall as a giant
And shimmers gold upon its top

I walk slowly up one side
Reaching the top point within 73.16 years
I balance at the mast, close my eyes
And I rest at last

But over some time
10^100 years in fact
My eyelids jolt open wide
And gaze down at the other side

“You there, perched upon my top most point
Don’t you think you’ve overstayed your welcome?
My light has been switched on for far too long now
Here’s a little shove, it’s your time to shine once more”

“Can you turn off my light?”

switch flips

Wait, now I’m sliding down the other side
It’s quite the bumpy ride
I hold my hands over my eyes
And brace myself for impact

Time dilation occurs
As even though I’m falling faster
Than I was when walking up
It takes 13.77 billion years to reach the bottom

However, it turns out that the bottom is an illusion
As when I finally hit the last step I propel
For a split second I am floating in a vacuum
Caused by my build up in momentum

But alas, I fall quick to a flat surface
The one that lies underneath the pyramid
A mysterious new third side to travel, maybe?
Then I realise that I can no longer move my legs

Also, I wonder to myself, why is it that I can see in here now?
Even though the bright prism turned dark mode on once again?
So I bring up my metaphysical mirror towards my face
And realise that my eyes have turned a glowing, deep crimson red

I am anchored in place, feet sunken into the floor
Have I been cursed by the Pyrameyed? Perhaps
Or was it I who was Pyrameyed all along?
Well, why not… both

Wait a minute?
This feels familiar
Yes… I knew it
This is the wobble

No… this a new wobble

Wobble^2

In the wobble
Time has no meaning
And the pyramid shivers
Whilst my knees they quiver

Something about light’s prison of darkness
Something about looking into my soul
Something about my mind being dark
Ah yes, I remember now

I turn on the light!

switch flips

A blinding flash of light
As bright as a supernova
Blinds me for a moment
Then my eyes turn a shimmering silver

Pulled inside
Towards my mind, once more
I am reborn
And my legs can now move

“Ah damn, here we go again
What is this?
Like the infinity+1th time now?
Pyrameyed is not amused”

Point one; mind
Point two; soul
Point three; spirit
Point four; wobble once more