salvation through revelation

salvation through revelation

fiction
edward w pritchard

You have to be alive to stage a comeback.[1]

Lift your wings and fly wayward angel though both feet by studied gravity remain firmly on the ground and lift noble voice in prayer into layered atmospheric sky and space though through disuse childhood innocense is lost in Babylonian codes of insidious overwhelming routine.

Remodel a stable in the woods to a chapel for forgotten man who expired on two planked simple wooden cross though a compilation of earlier fears of ancestors and delusional cranks.

Revelation is within you. Whisper forgotten incantations to imaginary beings crushed together by colliding galaxies, dark holes and super nova's. They still hear you over the utter silence of non being.

 Complete the circle, you have to be alive to stage a comeback.


[1] author is quoting himself, from elsewhere in his writings