elevensomething in the morning
he was getting workedup for the coming Flower Blood Moon lunar eclipse
early next morning
figured hed be up by quarter to
three catch the advent the fifteen minutes of total eclipse and as the moons brilliance
began to return hed bid it adios he wasnt
one for after-parties he attended events
he attended weddings he ceased attending receptions because at weddings of
recent memory he realised more people would be attending receptionsthe party than the wedding
it galled him so since he celebrated what ought to be celebrated
You’re a stick in the mud, you just
can’t have a good time, can you?
I enjoy a good time I resent the falsity of people enjoying a
reception but not attending what the reception was for the bindingthe vow
How was the wedding The reception was great.
I don’t know what to say to you.
Don remember I asked you about the vows shared at
the last wedding you attendedya said you were right up front I asked if they wrote their vows as it wasnt
traditional they stood before a Justice not a clergy
Yes.
Remember I asked you what they
vowed
Yes.
Whadidya say tell me
I don’t recall, that was months ago.
Ya didnt recall three days later
I think I told you then it was
the usual.
Yasaid exactly that The usual then hyperbolically I said Ya mean Yada yada yada Yada yadayada
Why are we discussing this?
I donknow maybe because a loving couple are forging a
new life together and are making onceinalifetime promises
Did they
say Until death do we part
Yadon know do ya
I don’t. I think so.
So much for the solemnity of marriage
Solemnity of marriage? You
certainly have high expectations.
Cant make promises just live together
solemnity
he was anxious for the
celestial eventhad always been keenly aware of celestial bodies the walkingtalking kind presented
more frequently hence his awestruck fascination
hed watch it alone
elevensomething
he looked outside the bathroom
window
an exceptionallysoft cool breeze
painted his chest
he had just finished showering
outside was calm quiet neighbourhood dogs werent barking still the breeze wasnt high
enough to move tree leaves
it was asif everything was suspended in
crystalclear amber embedded in a sheet
of handblown glass onedimensional asif
everything was waiting with him
suspecting that in the eclipse a
portal opened and into it everything
could talk could commune with departed loved ones thankful their seeds fell where they did and
flourished thankful for their existence
one didnt have to have a tongue
to speak with Eternity
he did but he didnt use it to talk he wandered into the stream of collective
unconscioussubmerged himselfbreathed like a fish his happy neurons like palepearlescent octopi
drifting symmetricspacey jellyfish
One with All
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