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“After that, nothing was real. It was fantasy, ecstasy, dread and apprehension. It was glory. They went to live in her apartment, and did not need a thing. Neither people nor food nor sleep. Nor the world. Because there was too much of each other within the hours that they would never have.”
— SO SOFTLY SMILING by Chester Himes from
The Collected Stories of Chester Himes (Himes, Chester)
I see her often.
When I have given up seeing everything.
In the darkness and in the light, when it’s softly raining and when it’s hardly night… I see her often.
She’s in the places where corridors end, and doors that are shut… speak of being opened.
In the middle of the night I find myself in endless hallways, in strange cities, in tortured lands, waiting for the one corner that I will turn, the one door I will open, the one promise I will break…
And she will be there.
And hell will have no dominion.
It’s a dream… I have.
—NO DOMINION copyright 2012 HT
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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.
For a second or a century, both words have as much and as little meaning here.
It is absolutely dark, and yet
You are clearly aware of something moving toward you
You are looking straight ahead
You know that much
And are aware
Something moving in the darkness
that is beyond darkness
It’s like if you close your
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
And that now was coming in this dark
with your eyes wide open
and seeing nothing
but something beyond Dark…
And was moving
With a primal grace
like worlds uncoiling at their dawn.
You saw it now
in the dark
on top a form
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
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
being only flesh
did what all flesh must do
when such a thing comes near
And prepared to endure.
Copyright 2011 –HT