The Heart Of The Beast----Page 4

The miraculous fissures in my soul
continued to widen and crack until the
rays of light burst through and revealed
what had become of the angel. Abandoned
on the rocks of a former empire of
thoughts. Bloody and sacrosanct. Peaceful and
serene in the aftermath of euphoric
purpose.
What could define the union of warm
compassion and icy confidence? There was
a time and place beyond the confines of
time and space where we still stand among
the whispers and thunder. In the face
of suspicion emerged our fate. Still partially
hidden from our eyes.
The twilight of our ideals cast a
magical glow upon the rest of our lives.
To walk the land as men and women
aware of the evolving kaleidoscope of our
desires and existence. As vagrants of the
world. As vagabonds defiant of a prosaic
society engulfed in the passionate flames
of creation and destruction.
To destroy the knowledge instilled
in us. To create a new epistemology.
To open ourselves to the radiant dawn
of understanding.
The graceful nuance of despair leads
to a different sort of peace. A calmer
induction into a faulty world. A world
that temporarily bottles the shining
brilliance of love.