October 20, 2011 - 11:18pm — Seed
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The fog broke like dawn, all of the sudden turning into daylight, leaving things a little changed in their place. I'd never seen the world go from night to day so slowly and so all-at-once like that: the forest's time is odd, but that moment left be breathless and clean.
After candles and lightning, graves (was my own grave, empty, among them? I get little chills), and bursts of poppies sending out bubbling opiates like fountains of light... It's strange that the departure of someone powerful and distant as a star, not the presence but the absence of something -- that such a thing is what leaves me breathless is astonishing in and of itself.
He came up to where Walter, Illrose, and I were sitting. I don't really understand how she could stand to be near him... Except, perhaps, that she's like me, and can't tear herself away. I'm not sure.
But one moment, I was thinking about ... other things... And the next, when my attention returned, there he was. I wondered if he had read my poem about him -- had he liked it? I bet he hated it. It really could have been better -- I had never even noticed that he breathes white smoke, or even thicker mist containing a thousand motes of light. How emberassing!
After he had gone, I sat for a little while with Rutilus on the edge of the fog, watching the light begin to change, and feeling like I was witnessing the heart of something stunning, in the soft half-grey, half-gold light. They should have sent a better poet. Well, I will consider the matter further.
...Still, I doubt he even knows I exist. All the same, it was impressive. And to watch the fog lift and light seep in like a sudden breaking of surfce tension -- even as I played among the giant mushrooms...
