part end - musings from the wooden coat
I'm in two minds now. Or to be less cryptic I'm in two sights and two sounds. In my ears I hear dogs baying at what I guess is the moon. I see nothing. I hear nothing in her ears. But through her precious eyes I see a beam of yellow light cuts razorlike through the curtains and fans the room. Easy now. Hasn't seen light like that for so long. Oh and would I leap and beam and punch the sky in delight! Oh you. Oh human charity you. I could pass on now and be bathed in ... what? My own congratulation? Yes, but more than that. I could shrug off the vestiges of my cynicism and believe in the mercy of the world again.
I can only imagine what you are seeing now, bent there by the railing on your blessed knees. Torch in hand: bedraggled girl; horrid room; Kentucky bones; shit; wrapping paper; tricycle; punch bag. Oh bless you. Through her eyes I see your light. What rescue for an erstwhile twighlit world. I see your light.
The dogs have stopped baying here. Maybe a cloud has passed across the moon. And through her ears I hear a sudden, sharp crunch. And through her eyes the torch drops, rolls, and plops into the darkness below.
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