When the world begins to crack,
And the skies begin to fall,
He comes down.
He is no God or Devil,
No Man or Woman,
No Adult or Child.
He comes when the world is most dire
And all people have lost hope,
Yet none can do anything but feel it.
He comes to each person, one by one
All in a moment.
He taps when the tap is most needed.
He brings It together
When It has split itself apart
And everything has rested.
His presence rises when there is nothing left but ash.
Only He has the power to end It,
And it is He who has the power to forget It.
About the Creator
Tyson L
What to do for a bio..I don't know. I guess you'll have to find out for yourself!
First Starlight of Summer
Your whole being is constituted by yearning. You miss the stars but have never seen a fully-realized night sky sparkle to life before your eyes. You write things, funny but short but profound, emulating the archaic cosmos that turns by its own unknowable calculus emulating love in all its celestial glory turning in that same cryptic way, but fully know neither and hardly know both, and it feels disingenuous, so you write about writers. It feels vaguely masturbatory, but it’s funny but short but profound and it impresses the people around you enough, so you run with it forever until you can’t anymore.
By Steven Christopher McKnight3 days ago in Fiction
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