mystery

they woke on the last day of the dawning of their death and regarded the stars

guide us now they asked

a man and a woman walking alone their hands held in a clasp more difficult to rent asunder than fate

another plot gathered in the darkness, no party just a sad journey to beckon them

the names in their possession were lost like tears in a glass bead game

later angels flowed by in a solemn river procession and they moved slower than time or circumstance

some drowned some were resurrected like the Christ some persevered no purpose no end in sight beyond the focal point of hope

at sleep they stirred from a broken dream to see that the reality of life was nothing other than sound sight taste wisdom

aliqouts of wisdom divided up by God and his Devil.

the same equation which gave birth in a confiscation of desire of death of nothingness

some unknown future path plotted by mystery humming in the dark

soon flowed a Magister Ludi harken of wisdom kindness sorrow

it had no name

word was the Universe could not fashion a name either

set apart like some sad clown declining a part in fate

even his own