Thu, 19 May 2005

amends
Certain she was a manifestation of the divine spirit, everything was born again in her sight, the way no child that comes from your body can ever be anything but beautiful. She kept getting thinner, so that she seemed like a bird, there in the kitchen in her half-robe, her skin sweatsticky in the early morning light, every sip of her coffee visible as it descended her throat. “The process of time forward into the future is like a mill, grinding away imperfections and flaws, until all things become what they truly are in intention,” she said, her teeth chattering, her rings tapping on the coffee cup. She would stop in midsentence, not remember what she was talking about, but when questioned she would hold up her palm, waiting for the impending revelation. “Everything is waiting for us,” she said, turning toward the window, making a note to herself she will soon forget that today is Wednesday, she has to eat today, great things are about to happen and she must always be ready.
(12:23.05.19.2005) [/scrytch] #