their antiphonal proposal

Their Antiphonal Proposal

I had no idea. I stared at the words, mesmerized.

Talk about it some more and come up with some other

first time acknowledging the blows from above

the door watching the light draw down over the world to

believe it. No one along our street and practically no one

cracked macadam showing through the drifts of ash.

Words are flowing out like endless rain.

The wind blew spells over the sea. The soft white sand teemed with

the murky shape of another coastal city, the cluster of tall buildings

wet beneath the blue suburban skies.

The carpenter dozed.

There could be somebody here.

'Don't eat anything,' the spirit said.

I had some weird dreams.

They kept looking backwards,

half expecting some horror but there

with the illumination of the bulb.

I must be at the nexus of the universe.