My_Deliverance

Concordant irrelevence.

The night’s grow farther as the wind howls longer. Each passing breath a delay towards the last. Now, with the taste of your blood on my hands, I remind you that I would do it all again.

The day’s linger farther as the heat glistens stronger. And another rotation began, ever so fast. Without you I could not understand the signs, so I tell you now, with paper and pen.

Do not distress, for I am without sin.

a eulogy for the rapture.

On winter’s eve and snow-lit morning, come now with wind blowing;

Your heart’s string and soul-twined blessing, captured by time distressing;

a eulogy for the rapture, where it may have gone we care not —

only that the love between us is on our countenance,

twisting divinity for our continuum lest we begot;

so did our hands forth hence

intertwined … and never

forgot.

Refugees in drones of groups made their way down the river. Make-shift rafts and leaders alike. Some broken boats and rubble. The ex was there and others I never trusted before this had happened.

The schools wore uniforms and had posted guards. Lots of white. There was a multi-tiered door blocked away where those in power lived.

I was a wolf or a dog. Running with a boy who never knew I was his father, through ruins and woods. To him I was his best friend, the only real constant in his small life. His favorite past time was playing catch and finding the occasional coke. He was gullible, but the world was against him. We carried an urn found in a long burnt down house. Wolf men, like myself chased us, hunting our every step. They were after my son. Children were the key to using magick. We didn’t know what we had. Had I been transformed? My brain was fuzzy. Too many dog thoughts. We moved upwind. There were posters claiming all children were the property of the governor. The small shacks we found that still housed people were sad survivors, desperate to gain favor of the overlord of their land.

This was my dream. Short story worthy.

If and when night takes the day, you were the stars finding my soul, binding it with tranquility. I will never forget you, especially when your light shines upon me, before me and after me.

One cannot compare omnipotence with god when Doom stands above all.

One cannot compare omnipotence with god when Doom stands above all.

(via suspectunknown)