This is the world against itself This is the world This is the world as it strives The world and the sanctioned bride So allow this old world its time to ride This is the world The world as it feels so high
Hungry Energized Hungry Somewhat pacified
In the wake of the fallen delight On top of extinguishing light They swim and somehow beat their chest On top of themselves and all the rest They only see what their bellies all need They only see of the things this desire must feed Look at the fish as they feed
He stands on the water He stands in the air Holding above all the things he must spare And he throws to them bait that they never Appreciate Holding some more while the gifts are ignored
Just pull up the net Stay off the net Caught in the net
Hungry Energized Hungry Somewhat pacified
Top feeders Top feeders Top feeding What are you eating? What are you eating? What are you eating?
She had been alone before, but it was different. There had always been a connection. A link back to something she could feel. No, she could not touch him, but she could always see him. She guarded him as he grew. She watched him while he developed. She protected him. She felt that he was always hers. She had waited for him until he was ready to embrace her and bring her into his world. She had stood over him as he fell asleep, and she was there while he had dreamed. She was there when he awoke, back then, in the sand.
Now, she was alone.
This feeling was not part of the plan. No. This was never meant to be felt. Not by her. Not by anyone. Her heart had been lost and her gut threatened to turn and spill from her mouth. Her thoughts were no longer her own and she felt no sense of comfort in the future. There was no future. There must not be any future. How could there be? And the past? Had any of what she thought she knew ever really occurred? No. It must have been a lie. A teasing nightmare. They had been together and would always be together and that was the way it was to be. Everything she thought she knew was gone. The expectation. The order. The direction and purpose. It was all gone.
She was alone. She was alone but she prayed. She spoke and she prayed to the one that she had lost.
The sun had risen and yet she was alone. She could see for miles to every horizon on every side in every direction. Her golden body rose. Higher and higher. She rose above the clouds and she watched the ground as it became blurry and distant. She saw more and more and then she saw the others.
The first ones came up from the water and into the green. They were all different, and they spoke nothing to the glittering female. They spoke nothing but faint noises amongst themselves and they ignored the girl named Aurelie, the golden angel with the dark hair. She touched them and spoke but none responded with anything but shouts of fear. They hid from her and they hid from each other. They formed communities with the ones they resembled, and they hid from the rest. Larger ones devoured smaller ones. Others attacked even the ones they resembled, and left the bodies to rot. They were afraid, and they were confused. Pairs of the ones resembling one another produced more of the same and some that had changed, and the angel felt a darkness in her as she witnessed. She wanted to stop them. She wanted to be them. She wanted to destroy them. And some she did destroy as her rage gave way to wind, rain, and violent shaking. The ground shattered beneath her, and the skies parted in waves that slammed together as she passed over all the others. Her body darkened.
She was alone and she had prayed.
Then, she saw the ones that made her feel the deepest things. They had bodies like hers, but they were timid like the boy had been when he woke in the sand. They were curious, the way he was. They had eyes like his, and they spoke like him. Aurelie watched them. She watched them always until eternity gave way to tomorrow. They made her angry but she loved them. They made her angry because they were not him, but she loved them because they could not be, and they were his. They found pairs amongst themselves like the others had before and she hated them for it, but still she loved them, though they should not have been permitted to touch one another the way he had touched her. They grew and became more like him this way, and then like her, they prayed. They told stories. They told stories of expectation. They told stories and they prayed.
Through all this, and though her feet found the ground again, and though she found she could walk with them, she was alone.
He reached out to touch her hand. She had never been touched before.
The moment his hand came in contact with hers, vibration and pulses sizzled and sputtered through her body and then her head filled with a tingling warmth that forced the word from her mouth. The stars above glittered like fire.
“That wasn’t expected,” said the hulking boy.
“It was,” she replied, “but it had never been experienced.”
He let out a deep bellowing laugh, quietly resonant. “No.”
His hand moved from hers along the contour of her arm and up to her neck where his fingers were allowed to run lightly along the curve between her shoulder and ear. Inside her, the pulse and shock heightened and her skin felt almost cold in response. Reye brought his other arm up and around the lower back of the golden female, with the hand rested along the tops of her legs. The pulsing grew to fill her entire body and the sky began to glow a pale red and then orange. Reye pulled the girl close to himself and his chest brushed her bosom and then they were together. His forehead fell just slightly to lean against hers, and the pressure of the feeling she had held inside spilled into his head and down into his entire body like a slow light fighting to erase the darkness in every extremity. His eyes were closed, but he could see a yellow border to the silhouette that was the two of them. Her arms had come up to allow her hands to feel at the small of his back and then they came up further and pulled him closer to her and the sky became a brighter orange and then yellow and the two embraced under the fading stars as the sun also rose over the distant horizon with the mist still laying over the green.
“Mmmm…” she moaned, without hesitation.
“To know that should I ever go, I will always return in such a way.”
“Like that?” she playfully asked. “Then go, and come back, and go again to come back once more.”
“And while I’m gone?”
And then he left. Quickly, abruptly, and completely, he took himself from her and took the pulsing warmth away with him and then she was alone.
The skies darkened and the world around the glowing girl and her counterpart became a dense blend of color, swirling and stretching in an arc around the pair. The boy stood hulking behind the angel, Aurelie. Though she couldn’t feel it, the ground beneath her shook while she surveyed the changing countryside. What was left of it.
“You’re letting it go to your head you know?”
“I’ve started to.”
“Maybe we should stop walking,” she suggested.
“And do you think that’s the problem?”
“I’m not paying attention to anything but you.”
Above, in the skies, where darkness had not yet covered the azul, flashes of light pulsed through the spreading blanket. It pulsed and glittered along the ground until the piercing beams retreated back into the heavens and the glowing pockets condensed and focused into blinking crystals. The angel gazed upward as thousands of these crystals cooled and fell up into the dark blanket, rolling and swirling and locking into place. The boy had not taken his eyes away from those of the golden female, though the stare was not returned.
“I’d be impressed if I didn’t already know.” The girl was smiling.
“What do you know?”
“Do you want me to tell you?”
“You probably shouldn’t,” he replied, laughing deeply. And slowly.
The angel shook her head and the light flooding the ground beneath her feet swung in an a sweeping arc in front of her. “What if I don’t say anything for a while?”
“You don’t need to.”
The angle continued gazing skyward at the blanket of coalescent flashes. The earth had ceased its shaking. Neither the boy or the girl held any awareness of the surrounding landscape, but they could feel the cool touch of the mist that had slowly draped itself around them. The air and mist held loosely onto the radiating glow that came from the angel’s body, and beyond that, nothing could be seen by the hulking boy with the booming voice. Neither could his vision pierce the heavy mist had he desired it to.
He extended an arm with his fingers just slightly curved, and those fingers found rest just below the glowing female’s shoulder. When contact was made, the glow she produced dimmed as she inhaled quickly and sharply, but smoothly, and that glow returned brighter than before. The deep purple of the sky deepened and the crystalline lights expanded.
Her eyes found his again. They must have held the source of the glow she produced.
“Should I take them back?” The deep voice groaned.
Her head moved left to right slowly and then paused before moving back and forth quickly.
His head nodded and the ground beneath the pair shook again while the lights above took on their colors.
The delicate mist that came from the crashing cascade landed lightly and cool on the cheeks of the one the angel called Reye. As the droplets of that mist landed, Reye was forced with the realization of his vulnerability. He considered the sensation on his face to be pleasant, even in contrast with the equally pleasant and growing warmth that felt as a ragged cap atop his head. The coolness and crispy pinch that the mist brought to his face gave him a sense of relief. Relief in knowing that the increasing heat could not consume him. Yet, had it not been for the relief of the cold, Reye may not have ever considered the warmth to be a potential threat. That, the potential to be overwhelmed by something he considered to be good, made him uneasy.
“And where would you like to go?” he asked the golden female.
That place. There had never been another soul in that place. The place where Reye used to dance. There were thoughts and images and intentions, but he had always been alone. The memory had come at the sound of the word, but it was only his memory.
“I suppose I’ve never actually been,” Aurelie spoke gleefully, “but I’ve always wanted to visit.”
“You’ve always wanted to go home.”
“And you consider it yours?”
“You consider it mine,” she corrected him. Her jet hair had stopped framing her face, and the burning eyes glinted while that hair whipped around in the growing wind. The wind. It had come suddenly and was now blowing from every direction while the ground beneath the pair cracked and groaned. Reye began to walk, and the shining girl hesitated. Had he started off in the opposite direction, she might have followed, but he had turned to make stride into the strongest of the blowing winds. The grounds sank beneath his bare feet and filled with clouded water as those feet left their depressions.
Aurelie squinted an eye and tilted her head.
Reye stopped, but did not turn to face the girl. “You should go first.”
“Yes.” His tone was gentle, but he spoke quickly. “I’d rather be able to see you while we walk.”
Aurelie focused her gaze on the large boy with the deep voice and tilted her head to the other side. “Ok.”
She seemed to move without touching the ground as she passed Reye, and as she passed he focused his eyes just ahead of her, where growing green stalks sprouted darkened buds that blossomed into purple, red, indigo and yellow blooms.
Reye smiled, and Aurelie turned her head away while she continued into the expanding valley between the cascades and the rolling hills. He was following just behind her, close enough to reach out and grab her left hand, if he desired.
Sunlight reflected shimmering from the surface of the water in the little pools that the pair left behind. The water was clear.
“Is there a problem?” Her face bore no look of concern.
“What did you do?”
“I told you we couldn’t stay there forever.” As she spoke, rays of sun broke through the cloudless sky. “Really, I think you’re trying to confuse me.”
“No?” She asked the question as if there were no way she was wrong.
“I’m just… I’m… Where did we come from?”
“You tell me,” Aurelie almost commanded.
“No”, the boy, Reye, shook his head. “It wasn’t like that.”
“What was it like?” The water behind Aurelie rose from the horizon in rounded waves, and then froze. The freezing mounds became dark and dull, and then the green crept through in patches that expanded until the mounds were covered by it. It shifted and swayed dark to light and back to dark under the gentle breeze that blew from beyond.
“I was moving,” the boy recalled, “and the things I saw would change when I moved.”
“Of course, why wouldn’t they?”
The boy looked past and then back to Aurelie. “There was nothing else like me.”
Reye placed his right hand at the back of his head and felt the warmth of his hair on his palm and fingertips.
“I rarely spoke.”
“I remember,” replied the golden female. “…I like your voice.”
“It’s my favorite thing about you.”
The tall, dark haired and golden bodied female took a step back, away from Reye. “Why would I lie to you?”
Lie? Something in Reye’s chest warmed until it seemed to burn. It quickly became uncomfortable. “Why did you do that?”
“I’m not sure what you’re asking me,” she responded, slowly.
The burning in the boy’s chest became a dull, numbing tickle. “I’m sorry,” he finally answered with gravity. His voice had deepened in a profound way, and as he noticed the change, the waters behind him begun to cascade, first rising as they had done in waves behind Aurelie. “I thought that was you.”
“I suppose it was, in a way.” Her tone was becoming less playful.
Reye turned to watch the falling water crash into the ground. A band of colors arced around the mists that the crashing produced.
“What?” He asked in desperation. What’s that supposed to mean. He was thinking to himself.
“If you don’t know, then how do you expect me to have any idea?” She was speaking playfully, but her tone mocked him.
He began to look around. There was water everywhere. Well, not directly beneath him. He was sitting in the sand. There was water all around, in every direction, and not so much as a tree or blade of grass coming from the sand.
“We’re on an island,” the female pointed out.
“I can see that”, he groaned. “But there’s nothing here and no one… Hey… Who are you?”
“This is the island between heaven and hell.”
“That’s where we are.”
“You said you had no idea where we were.” He was confused, irritated, and then more confused.
“Well…” she started, “You’re getting your bearings.”
“And I’m interpreting.”
“Ok.” He dug his palms into the gritty hot sand and stood. “Interpreting what?”
She laughed and her eyes formed two arcs over her cheeks, framed by straight, jet black hair. “I’m Aurelie.”
“Aurelie…” he echoed.
“Yes, Aurelie. An extension.”
The boy looked closely at the girl. She was tall and thin, but not narrow. Her body was broad around the middle and her legs tapered to her feet. She was probably beautiful without the… She isn’t wearing anything but I can’t see any…
“Is there a problem?” she asked.
“What?” No. I guess not.” The boy’s head turned toward the water. The other water… To his right. “Are you naked?”
“No,” she answered.
The boy said nothing.
“I’m wearing light. You like it this way, I can tell.”
“Don’t you?” She was still speaking playfully.
“Yeah.” He did.
The girl laughed harder than before. “Well then, Reye… Make something happen.”
“Huh?” He was blushing.
“We can’t stay here forever,” the girl stated, obviously bored.
The pair looked into each other’s eyes. His were crystal blue and hers were like the sun in late afternoon. They felt no distance between those pairs of eyes.
Ok. Reye dropped his gaze to the sand at his feet and watched the grains elongate and turn from dusty brown to emerald green, and then there was grass below where there used to be none.
Speechless And forced but so desired Anger all abounds Dissention grown in cold Producing elongation And twisting the profound Such is the example When you let the sun go down Ignore the shattered ground
And here the sun comes down In the latent night Where men and angels play Until they start to fight In silence no repair They fight until they die When nothing can be spoken And they let the sun go down
The silence isn’t deadly And really isn’t there Not lacking what they say But the fact that none can hear The crystal baby blue The lunar glow a bloody hue Fortune fails to pay its dues And leaves wide open Ugly wounds
They say don’t let the sun go down Just let the sun come down Then let the sun go down And let the sun come down Let The Sun Come Down Do Not Let The Sun Come Down