He was awake, the man with the terrible wounds. Blinking through red slits he said,..."Agony, and I are friends." His voice like wind over jagged glass. "We share the same nightmares." The man,...the Angel? Coughed molten gold from ruined lips. "Pain wraiths, Demons, did this to me. Those wretched children of Hell that rejoice in dominion over your world. For amusement they plucked out my eyes tore away my wings. For spites sake infected my soul with doubt so severed my umbilical to Paradise."
A distant thunder, ...he stirred. "Silly Rabbit. You have not escaped the fire. You watched your calendars held your breath for an end,...then went back to boredom. But G-ds time is G-ds time. She will light Her candles burn Her worlds when She pleases." The Angel touched my arm, and said "...These are the Days foretold to you. Your Tribulation has come. Go to the window, and look up." I did. I looked. It was gone. There was no sky no moon, nor clouds, nor stars. All fallen into the well of forever. A great silent empty. "As it was in the beginning."
Whispered the Angel.
"Is now, and shall be eternally.” Heaven’s empty Chalice. A Sign, and most Terrible Wonder.
Cut me some slack. I wrote it on a scrap of paper during my homeless year. I was behind a Fulton Street loading alcove trying to keep warm.
ReplyDeleteThere in the middle of the night.
I found it later when I got my life back.
I did a few more drafts, and put it aside. This is my life. I was many things in it. Writing stories living on the street was who I was then. There are other roles to come before the curtain goes down.