river/mountain/sky/ground

thing things 006

the rains coming down. coming down in sheets.
the last light of the village fades away.
ahead lies the plain, and nothing more.
there’s no horizon now. sank into night black.
noises abound. roars, mewls and cries from a netherworld.
titanic beings roam freely, scraping the heavens edge.
the clouds waver slightly, the star rivers still flow.
covered only by the guise of anonymity, i walk onwards.

the darkness still has not lifted. the deluge yet to break.
displaced this from time, this place, has no concern for my presence.
on metal hides, fragments of starlight splatter.
movement quickens. necessary to avoid the falling slabs of skin.
great clouds fade in ashen fire. great forests sink into silence vast.
great rivers cease churning. great mountains shake, and shaken.
heaven rending roar turns my head. the old village gone.
there is nothing, nothing but a great white light. sweeping. ascending.

the great wave of white light now covers the land
the sky now rended into a great white swirl.
arced, and arcing. wings of light no longer suffer under armour.
last remnants of the clouds brushed aside by arms of light.
star river exposed by the maw with ten thousand teeth.
the world now breaking into layers
pulled skyward with each flap of those great wings.
i sit, and watch. all of it unfurling in a bizarre silence.

mountains and forests splintered, and splintering,
stretch heaven high in a grand whirling spiral
arcing through a sky reduced to tatters and rags.
strains of the village hurtle past slabs of the ground below
which has taken leave of the bedrock. white light ever brighter.
i see the being of light flying in the space between stars
remnants of the world splayed in its wake.
and then it all goes black. it all goes black.

~~~

the rains coming down. coming down in sheets.
the last light of the village fades away.
ahead lies the plain, and nothing more.
there’s no horizon now. sank into night black.
noises abound. roars, mewls and cries from a netherworld.
titanic beings roam freely, scraping the heavens edge.
the clouds waver slightly, the star rivers still flow.
covered only by the guise of anonymity, i walk onwards.

the darkness still has not lifted. the deluge yet to break.
displaced this from time, this place, has no concern for my presence.
on metal hides, fragments of starlight splatter.
movement quickens. necessary to avoid the falling slabs of skin.
great clouds fade in ashen fire. great forests sink into silence vast.
great rivers cease churning. great mountains shake, and shaken.
heaven rending roar turns my head. the old village gone.
there is nothing, nothing but a great white light. sweeping. ascending.

the great wave of white light now covers the land
the sky now rended into a great white swirl.
arced, and arcing. wings of light no longer suffer under armour.
last remnants of the clouds brushed aside by arms of light.
star river exposed by the maw with ten thousand teeth.
the world now breaking into layers
pulled skyward with each flap of those great wings.
i sit, and watch. all of it unfurling in a bizarre silence.

mountains and forests splintered, and splintering,
stretch heaven high in a grand whirling spiral
arcing through a sky reduced to tatters and rags.
the ground comes free from the bedrock
the white light recedes, and recedes,
then explodes unleashing a hail of trees and crumpled mountains.
star river shines bright over a ruin of a world.
i must push on. for there are many things to see.

 thing things 003

~~~

complete form, with alternate last verses. both models built by me. i like building models.

プラモデルが大好きです!

music listened as i put this together:

uploaded by user scribnasan

enjoying sigor ros

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10 comments

  1. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) · August 20, 2015

    To me it’s like Lovecraft has rewritten Paradise Lost.. what an eerie feeling with the Titianic beasts and the eerie light, empty plains and somewhere there this wanderer…

  2. Sanaa Rizvi · August 20, 2015

    the world now breaking into layers
    pulled skyward with each flap of those great wings.
    i sit, and watch. all of it unfurling in a bizarre silence.

    Quite a thought provoking piece.

  3. thotpurge · August 21, 2015

    The world coming apart.. seems like a metaphor for a great sorrow.

  4. MarinaSofia · August 21, 2015

    I like both alternative endings – they work well in the context – a Lord of the Rings eerie feel of doomsday about all this…

  5. Sumana Roy · August 21, 2015

    love this huge canvas of unfolding and breaking up…breathtaking…….

  6. kanzensakura · August 21, 2015

    It’s the end of the world as we know it……an epic/fantasy/Philip k. Dick feeling to this. Most intense.

  7. darkangelwrites · August 22, 2015

    Yikes! “movement quickens. necessary to avoid the falling slabs of skin”. And this some how this line feels safe and sheltered, “covered only by the guise of anonymity, i walk onwards.”

  8. katiemiafrederick · August 22, 2015

    A sliver of heaven are
    we.. darker realities
    abound in
    simple
    Universe
    flow of creation
    and destruction
    as star
    explosion
    dust
    we
    flow..
    spiraling
    Galaxy
    Suns
    are
    we..
    reflecting
    ALLTHATIS..:)

  9. C.C. · August 23, 2015

    The music you were listening to as you wrote fits well with the tone of the piece. I love this line: “fragments of starlight splatter.”

  10. Abhra · August 23, 2015

    You have painted the sky , river and mountain – all of them with very rich visuals. Sorry I am late paying visits this OLN.

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