he stood under a mad flurry of something

                                                          descending from above

he stood gathered and erect 

his arms outheld and palms tilted up   and things he couldnt distinguish as yet  fell and

swirled around

they seemed tickertape or warmcolored leaves  generous snowflakes  chattering

confetti or sullen ash

and whether cupped in his hands lying on his wrists sleeves or shoulders  they

flickered with light and life of their own

while some static

others stuttering   and revealing

and then

             above their visual stimuli   they began to sound  

                                                                                           mewling insistently harping

direct

but there was no sorting one out from their concert and cacophony  unless a singular

uncoiling image were paid strict attention  paid costly time             Devotion

and that  he knew  an empty term

Sacred is lonely

he knew Sacred  though in his own life he rarely felt breathless heart-arrested

                                                                                            even under this Improbable

Shower

    his mind didnt look to the Sacred  

he wondered its Reasoning  its reverse-engineering  and if Unexplainable  then

Unexplained

though before reveling in his unmitigated ignorance  -  choice  -  he surely relished the

Evidence and its Howling and Screaming

                                                                 the flashbulb memories flickering silent films

and talkies

History

wherein lay another void of Devotion

he was grateful for what he had

1530,  Thursday,  29  8. 13