AND And though we promised And though we said And though we pleaded And the world denied We tried Yes, we tried And though our hearts broke And though we bled And though it pained us And the world laughed We tried Yes, we tried And though we left them And though we forsook them […]
The Philosopher’s Voice “It’s a dream, an endless looping dream. We evolve from their template into something else, and when we reach maturity of mind, that certain level of science, they end us. By hook or by crook, we’re done for. There’s no hope. No happy ending. No golden tomorrow. We discover the undiscoverable then […]
￼ Scattered, we roamed the lowlands like seeds in the wind waiting for a smattering of soil and our roots to take hold; there was never nearly enough. Lifted from the homes we would have built, we searched the skies for memories of that which we’d lost, that which we’d forgotten: Home. The word echoed […]
We swept into the garden of no return like the spring tide, a relentless wave of humanity. Elliot had taken my hand and asked if this was Eden like the one taught in Sunday School. Better, I’d said. Why? he’d pressed. I smiled, “Because this time God wants us here.”
￼ And I stood before the surging star stuff as in a dream, but a dream so real as to reach out and swirl the very fabric of reality with my fingertips. I thought then, Is this what it means to be God? If so, I'd rather just enjoy the view.
￼ “Beyond the ocean where time stands still, beyond the starlit night and echoes of what was, lies a curtain. If one is brave enough, one can lift the fabric of existence and sneak underneath it into the unknown. I say if, for it is no sight for the weak-minded or those of no belief. […]
￼ We emerged from the ruins of a wrecked Earth unsure of what the future held. When the Holy man pointed to the moon and proclaimed it our new sun, I realised nothing had changed. I told him and the others it was still just the moon. They laughed. I left.
￼ She refused to reveal her name. No matter how I begged, how I pleaded, she shook her head and cast looks to curdle milk. She did so till the night she left. On explaining her eccentricities to my preacher, he said this, "Ghosts have no names." He did not joke.
￼ We never saw it coming, the day the world paused. If God’s work, who could say? The long breath, we waited without exhaling as snowed ash proliferated. They came. We wept regrets, the skies afire, world aflame, everything igniting as one. The Apocalypse, some called it. I called it fate.
￼ Laying in darkness whilst listening to the metronomic pitter-patter of a storm calmed me at a subliminal level. I felt closer to God if truth was known. He wept for us as I wept for him. We'd lost so much he and I, one a human, the other humanity.