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James_A_Fraser Senior Member
since 2003-09-03
Posts 972Out Making Anticlines |
A true story from a couple of weeks ago -- the night of the eclipse, to be exact. I hope it suffices here, though I'm not familiar with this forum; and I wouldn't make up something or alter truth to make it more appealing. Shattering Spirit Last night I killed a spirit. Shattered pieces still cling to my form like black tea leaves. Their pattern says “Death.” It isn’t a mark, there’s not a stain. It is foreign to me, lifeless: The entity that left these spatters is expended, dead or worse. And it was an accident. I saw the message well enough, felt a challenge to my own, a danger and my spirit rose in anger. Out I surged into the astral plane to meet it with all the strength in me, left no relief behind, no shell: If some dime-store Oz conceived a threat to mine.... I’d thunder him back to Kansas. Yet I found what I always find: the two, one waking into wide-eyed terror though safe, the Waiting One nearby, while outside the wolf stood guard as ever, her knowing eyes turned up to greet me, and there the frail black bird who watches, watches but can do no harm... In the time of untime, my body went unguarded. A floating form came drifting near, helpless and hungry, frail stray spirit starved to nonexistence, bare strength left to cling to me, to hold, to leach a little warmth and sustenance from an unknowing traveler. But it was an accident. Feeling safe I crashed home like an anvil thrown into a sandbox, splattered it to puzzle-less pieces and never knew until today, finding the scattered bits, the last ephemeral wreckage of a little soul I’d killed It is a shame to me, a careless thing, to have killed a helpless entity, as if I’d found a starving kitten and tramped it underfoot. Yet I’d do the same again, I know, do it now, do it forever. And I hope it was an accident. |
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alibaster Member
since 2001-07-07
Posts 299In my own private hell...(PA). |
Awe-struck.... and few can do that to me... *claps* Beautiful!! Until...ali {alibaster} "There is an alter ego which dwells within every soul."(C)alibaster "If it doesn't bite, scratch and make you bleed its not worth it"(C)alibaster [This message has been edited by alibaster (11-18-2003 06:37 PM).] |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Yet I’d do the same again, I know, do it now, do it forever. The need to protect outweighs the risks, known or unknown... so yes... you'd do it again... for to not would be to deny who you are... and that would be worse than any mishap, accident or not. Excellent work, my friend... power and poignancy wrapped in a well written work! |
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Sparticus Member
since 2003-11-15
Posts 245 |
You do wrap a nice piece in a very lovely written poem. Just enough dark amid the images to keep the reader rapt in this. Sparticus Even with insects- |
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