9/19/22
12pm
And as he heard
the words being sung
he remembered…
And he bowed his head
and he interlaced his fingers
and breathed his soul to surrender….
But hers
would not.
Hers
began to bend
but then,
went rigid,
and shaking,
but not from fear
this time; this time
from resistance.
And not an active
resistance, either;
a passive one.
The resistance
coming from the force
of Surrender herself being
prohibited.
From rigidity.
From morbidity.
From unmovable death.
And he looked
and he saw
a tragedy of the ages,
a myth for all of history,
and it pained him so deeply,
so thorough his heart’s very core
that he broke, for her, for him,
for them,
as he looked and saw himself
chained to her own state of death.
He saw it all
like a movie
now fulfilled.
And he cried out
and wept at the fact
that she, indeed, was
now very much dead.
And then he heard
A voice……
“NO, lad!” came the shout.
The voice
boomed
like thunder.
Ancient. Deep. Hidden.
A Berserk, whispering.
“NO!”
He knows that voice.
And that voice knows him.
“NO! Lad: Not dead yet.
Remember the runes.”
And he looked again
at her
across from him,
and he looked and
saw
both paths
but only one of the paths
still unfinished….
And he looked at her
and saw that she
was dead
but that she
was still alive
today
and breathing,
today,
and living
just today,
present today,
here, alive, and
here believing she’s
dead and thus destined to be dead,
and thus willing herself dead.
“Teach them!” that old voice shouted,
the One who learned the fates
and saw the end
ahead of time
and gave his life
to changing it.
“Teach them the runes!” the all-father cried.
“Teach them! NOT dead yet, I tell ye!
The Living are NOT DEAD yet, lad!
NOT dead yet!
It’s the RULE!”
And as he insisted
I looked and saw her,
the myth and the tragedy,
become like a phantom,
a reality but yet – a shadow,
and being seen it began to swirl
like a phantom in front of the girl.
“That’s the RULE of Life,”
the voice demanded,
“the RULE among the Living!
It’s written in the runes!
Breath! Breath yet!
NOT DEAD YET!
She’s NOT Dead!
SHE’S JUS’ SLEEPIN!!!”
The voice, now
echoing Anothers,
grew deeper inside him,
and through his eyes
The Voice looked across the way
and shouted to her form:
“Now….
WAKE up Child!
WAKE!
TALITHA KUUM!
TALITHA KUUUUUUM!!”
And The Voice
boomed
like Thunder
across the multiverse
and the earth shook
with lightning
and His Voice joined to
some kind of masses
within the presence all around
And they all
echoed His
And then I heard
“STRIKE THE THUNDER!!!!!
TALITHA KUM!!!!!!”
and all
shook
and the forces
struck deep in my chest
“STRIKE THE THUNDER!!!
TALITHA KUUUUUUMM!!!!”
and all
shook again
and I collapsed from the weight of it all,
and I fell asleep, and could no longer see.
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