galabram rising...
Posted by Nathan Neuharth on Saturday, August 22, 2009
i just did what other people were afraid to do...pushed the boundaries...exceeded the limits...oh cry me a river...when i went down, i went down...
i saw a falling star...it was the limp body of an archangel dropping from heaven...burning in the atmosphere...some looked up at the right moment and saw it...some didn't notice...some made a wish...
he lay like death in his crater for years...his eyes opened without a flutter...staring, unthinking, unfeeling at the endless night sky...infinite, tiny glimmers...specks of glass spilled across the evening...
his hand moves...fingers twitch...stretching...making a fist...opening and closing...
he turns his head for the first time with a long, creaking sigh...
a few have gathered around the deep crater...unsure...gossiping...curious...confused...
the angel sits up, rubbing hang over away...uttering first sounds..."mmm"...
the mob gathers...a few scoff and wander off...a few stay and hold out their hands...nodding, come up to us...waving, this way...
the fallen archangel sits up...stands with lazy ease...looking at the crumpled earth around him, indifferent...
breathing in deep...chest filled with oxygen...feeling strength return...
he climbs up the crater wall...near the top, hands reach out...offering assistance...
this dark blue angel ignores the reaching hands...forcing himself up with his own strength...standing on the rim of the pit, he mumbles, "where were you when i was falling?"...
he walks off alone into the night...
i saw a falling star...it was the limp body of an archangel dropping from heaven...burning in the atmosphere...some looked up at the right moment and saw it...some didn't notice...some made a wish...
he lay like death in his crater for years...his eyes opened without a flutter...staring, unthinking, unfeeling at the endless night sky...infinite, tiny glimmers...specks of glass spilled across the evening...
his hand moves...fingers twitch...stretching...making a fist...opening and closing...
he turns his head for the first time with a long, creaking sigh...
a few have gathered around the deep crater...unsure...gossiping...curious...confused...
the angel sits up, rubbing hang over away...uttering first sounds..."mmm"...
the mob gathers...a few scoff and wander off...a few stay and hold out their hands...nodding, come up to us...waving, this way...
the fallen archangel sits up...stands with lazy ease...looking at the crumpled earth around him, indifferent...
breathing in deep...chest filled with oxygen...feeling strength return...
he climbs up the crater wall...near the top, hands reach out...offering assistance...
this dark blue angel ignores the reaching hands...forcing himself up with his own strength...standing on the rim of the pit, he mumbles, "where were you when i was falling?"...
he walks off alone into the night...

