Part 2 will be made available only to subscribers. So if you’re not a subscriber, it’s a decent incentive to become one.
Picture… Darkness.
True, true darkness.
You wake up.., no wake up, wrong word, it implies a noticeable transition, an easy, gradual awareness; this rather is the darkness of beginning and end, the first and only.
This is a Darkness that has always been here, but is ever new.
Has always been waiting for you, and has never left you.
In the beginning… Darkness, as it were.
And you are there.
Alone.
For a second or a century, both words have as much and as little meaning here.
But then
something
moves.
It is absolutely dark, and yet
You are clearly aware of something moving toward you
You are looking straight ahead
Standing
You know that much
You think
And are aware
of something
walking
slowly
toward you.
Something moving in the darkness
that is beyond darkness
It’s like if you close your
eyes
and put your palms over top of them
If you keep them there long enough
You may in that absolute darkness
begin to see a speck of light
Moving.
And that now was coming in this dark
with your eyes wide open
and seeing nothing
but something beyond Dark…
coming closer.
And was moving
With a primal grace
like worlds uncoiling at their dawn.
You saw it now
something luminous
in the dark
A face
on top a form
and eyes
that sidled madly back and forth
back and forth
but never losing track of you
And a tongue that rolled
And lips that grinned
unbidden and eternal
and behind it
there were the dream of wings
great
vast
and slow
And never losing track,
Never losing focus
Never losing you
those mad, mad eyes of its,
and that eternal grin
that was not a grin,
this thing that was so dark,
that it made darkness pale
that it was white
luminous, ghastly white in its black
it came on
skittered
walked
drifted
closer
to you.
And you
being only flesh
did what all flesh must do
when such a thing comes near
You froze
And prepared to endure.
Copyright 2011 –HT