I will ask …
‘ i will ask about the beam of light that startles, holds, absorbs and gives so sweetly … ‘
‘we are waiting for the end’ ~ it is a painting – a life’s work that one day we will publish, a piece of prose, a deletect – a moment spun from the liquid gold that normally runs through our faintly calloused fingers and out with the morning light but on this day, this triumphant day, it is held with vice-like grip and coddled warm and tiny, resurgent to a living purpose, like God’s written word or the glint in the eye of a high-flying mountain bird or the arctic snow laid out before us and our vision startled and held that draws Au from the tempest and language from our primeval selves as those who named the animals, tamed the animals and their argent fur who fascinate us, delight us, inform us as we kneel upon the burnished sod and translate that sumptuous light that feeds us, leads us, releases us so sweetly … ‘
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