an end, a beginning; an error, a trial

and i am both sides, separate, distinct

yet not equal, greater, or lesser

the master snickers at the relation.

he watches intently with fixed gaze

his eyes are mine; i am the master?

i can't help but to watch the clock tick

as it eternally dances its regular rigor mortis.

as i perceive reality, so am i reality.

so too i perceive fantasy, i am fantasy as well?

am i insane that i've erased the line

yet sane enough to notice it was gone?

    i am infinite existence

    as each second is forever

    while i live as nothing

    in time's insignificance.

the master, head back, roars laughing

and calls off the shadows; i can see now

i am a master, one of billions around

a chamber of solitude amidst the crowd.

through infinite silence, a roar is heard

this not of sound, but of raw strength

a power whose likeness not felt before.

i am the master of all that there is.

stand in strength.

run in fear.

indifference.

love.