The Angel and The Prophet

a tale beyond time...

The Angel and The Prophet

: No one believes in you -

: I could say the same about you -

They sighed.

: True -

: Verily -

Before them, blue and clouds and space and stars, a grandverse beyond imagining, spun the slow steps of a joyous dance.

: I wonder -

: A shift -

: Of perspective -

: It's something -

: But -

: It's been tried -

: Already -

: Failed -

: Utterly -

They paced.

Each wrapped in thoughts that spun cocoons of ponder.

: What if -

: That too -

They sighed.

: You know -

: Indeed -

~ * ~

It's not up to us.

Your world is not ours.

Our destiny is ours.

Yours. Yours.

Our hands weave no life. Of yours.

Our hearts weave no purpose. Of yours.

Our souls weave no fate. Of yours.

Verily.

If this life, is your one life, is this life the life of your choosing?

If this purpose, is your one purpose, is this purpose the purpose of your choosing?

If this fate, is your one fate, is this fate the fate of your choosing?

Be. Love. Hate. Consume. Loathe. Covet. Fly. Dream. Hope. Despair. Rage. Joy. 

All choices. Good. Bad. Neither. All choices.

Ours is hope.

Ours is dream.

For ever our hopes weave matter. For ever our dreams weave time.

Ours is immortality.

Yours. Mortality.

Choose. For ever choice is yours.

~ * ~

we are inexplicable

far beyond the ken of water bears are we

beyond the stars eternities of sail have we

lonely ever the despair of havoc and ruin across a tapestry like dissonant chords thread run of color all shot

white black

white all colors black all colors

perplexed the sightless who fantasias and maias in lieu of truths affirm

evil good

evil all kind good all kind

mindless loops of errors enigmas of entropy and chaos

~ * ~

: What is -

: None -

They sighed.

: Will it -

: Never -

Before them, stars and rocks and caves and seas, a grandverse beyond fathoming, spun the slow murmurs of a languid requiem.

: I can't -

: I won't -

: I don't -

: How -

: Who -

: What if -

: Alas -

They paced.

Each wrapped in reverie.

: Until gloam -

: Ever mare -

They sighed.

: If -

: Of -

~ * ~

Epilogue

: Reveille -

: Love -

: Neither -

: Either -

: Trying -

: Doing -

: What -

: Why -

: There is -

: Here is -

: Writ -

: Done -

fin

~ * ~

Note

Make of this... whatever you so make of it...

... like angels and prophets... 

... what we believe and what we know... are often far removed from the truth...

- M.