Valtiel

I am adrift along the haze of such a circumstance; collected and doubled over in fly paper, distant from the remnants. Dick hard, pointing like an accusing finger; like a lie pointing to the truth--like a room overflowing with the scent of placation for a weak moment, pursued by the strong explosion of darkness wrapped around like smothering black wings of mother crow heating, sweating from the brim, sweating pearls from my brow and lips. Then a horizon substitutes, offering a hand of succor while the darkness hounds and promises to shatter contemporary remains, offering turbulence and the deep pit called wretchedness. My mind focus on the horizon, concludes upon it. The haze drags on, disconnected and wandering. Propels like a comet, wells up in midair, dancing, televising, and clings on to itself while tangoing through the livid horizon. The pillar surrounds me, fort-like, below me is this mess. A clutter emitting something was once bitter, something was once despondent and it poured down the lungs of asthmatic emptiness. Its that presence that kept me choking, until the end. It stood calm and easy on the eyes like a reverend and infected the screams so no one could hear, clogging up audible helplessness. Still standing like a rector, but mirroring a devil--Jesus, a Jesus Devil, lying the children to his cross, nailing them like family photos and calling out to the father. Almighty he is not, almighty he will never be when we dont give him that power. Does the father forbid you and your parade? Is it actually the small gestures that count to the liar? Point to the lair. Dont be afraid, he needs such publicity. I cant rot here, I cant crawl out of the war zone with these calloused hands wanted to rip middle out of the face. Rip it away and leave nothing but a gaping hole and plant something nice, something useful. It could be a pocket in the center, a pocket that serves the rest. I need a narrow escape.

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[Jagged memory]

such an intriguing story