It isn't as if this is my initial navigation of the listless unknown. I have, in fact, traveled here many times: the foyer between what will be, what is to be, and what has always been. This soil has borne the burden of my weighty life countless times, across infinite instances. It wasn't always some forlorn and tempting magic that brought me here.
The transfigurative alchemy of one life for the next, one constant disrupting every dimension of being I held, threatening me with unmakeable decision after decision. Humanity often takes for granted that from whence it has derived, time and time again: *Imago Dei*, the image of God in mortal dress.
A bullet carries little logic across its lifespan—direction, intent, approach velocity, penetration, effectivity—it is not so unlike the most diligent among us. But the ambivalence is here, this marriage officiating within me now. Inextricably affixed from sternum to stomach, this new and compelling spell to cast: my life for another's. Had I heard her voice, that distant call across the hum and static, perhaps I'd have been more prepared for this. Rare is the man who chooses how or when he will die.
Such levity and grift toward the epoch of mortality is often unafforded to those creatures whose very existence depends upon their intent for survival. And yet, here, at the very end, I find a swell of comfort I never could have anticipated. This warmth, so typically spared for the bereft, kept well for Christmas fires, the rearing of children, and those who lived lives blessed from call to culling. Perhaps I should bear some true accountability for my circumstance, but amid this purgatory of unanswered questions, unlived dreams, and the cacophonous spilling of blood, the only thing I see is her face. Her smile, practically spilling cornucopia at me across a soft, ambered veil of Venetian twilight, so thoroughly unprepared for processing what was still yet to come.
Journal Entry #86
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Dear You,
Synonym: future
Synonym: celestial terminus
Synonym, my lover, my woman
You are everything I have ever wanted
Synonym: nurtured in my heart
Synonym: Desire, to a fault
How you consume me. Impair my axis so entirely, and completely.
Insurrection.
Synonym: my soul, enveloped in your mystery
Antonym: my lowered body....at the cull of your voice, at the heel of your throne
Antonym: My giving up
Antonym: The reminding of love's sweet surrender
Antonym: My yielding
New oceans blossom in my throat
Voodoo summon
Synonym: supernatural
Synonym: ancient call
Synonym: wick, ignite, feather, and boil, and incantation, and home, and home, and home, and home, and home, and home, and here, with me...Until we fade.
Till we return our spells to dust.
Till our magic clasps hands in our final absorb
And macromes new waters in its wake.
Here...you....me........Foever, here......always.
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