February 5th, 2010 by Hoopleton

Yes, then always as before, as the rain, as the snow. We live in a strange world you and I. Perpetual winter in the flat of the lakes and upon that a perennial sheet of clouds. Further up I imagine there are stars. Pushing further entire clusters. Galaxies. Eternity just a bit out.

It all started out like this.

The various fragments were arranged. Rules were drawn. Computations made. Projections forecast. Plans agreed to, huzzahs exchanged. Somewhere in the deep dark bowels of the universe someone laughed.

It didn’t take long for it all to fall apart. And my precious allmighty God was it spectacular.

What are you doing standing in the rain, darling? You asked me.

Missing you, always. I replied.

I’m right here, you can come closer, you can hold me now.

In a minute, for now I’d just like to stand here and take you in.

Here it begins again anew.

Out of stagnation. Decomposition. Putrification. Disection. Deconstruction. Into rebirth. Growth. Cultivation. Prolifiration. Transgeneration.

It’s as it should be. Chaotic. Formless. Perfect. You and I braced against the endless winter. No projections. No plans. Fixed only as a dotted line upon the map with mile upon mile ahead of us. Eternity just a bit out.