Delusional angels with power to choose death for others or so it seems they only hasten the death of illusion for others and extend their own. Killing souls unlike their own wallowing in power false not knowing shadow from sun. Hiding self from self barking at those who feed wounded lips torn ears. Starving spirits […]
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I have seen the truth,
or half-seen it,
running next to me
beyond the bushes speeding past.
Keeping pace,
allowing only glimpses
here and there,
like a feral child
or predator.
I am afraid I will never see it clearly,
but fear facing it without
dark glasses or nature between us.
Sometimes
it breaks through the bushes
where nature is thin
and affords less protection
from what I most fear and desire.
Then it is too close
and I sense rather than see
a huge muscular beast
as it passes between my eyes
and the road ahead.
Then it is gone,
rushing next to me again
with the blurred veil of nature
speeding toward my past.
I once saw a whale under the ice,
at least it seemed a whale,
although indistinct. There was
a sense of danger as though it
might at any moment crash upwards
and crush me without pity.
Fear and curiosity pinned me
and I could not turn away
until I remembered it was lunchtime.
William E. Rushman, August 1998
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