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
