More to See

More to See

 

We met in a bar,

you know the kind of place,

animal heads on the wall,

cheap domestic beer.

 

I took her home

but we didn't talk that much,

which I remember thinking was weird...

that she didn't need much convincing.

 

We listened to a couple records,

smoked a little pot,

and when we fucked,

I saw the origin of the universe.

 

There was a towering white structure,

stationed within and without

an endless black nothing.

From the center of that place,

I saw a figure emerge

unreal and shifting,

riding out of the white tower,

on a thing resembling a horse,

off and up and into the void.

 

In his hands

he cradled it gently,

a specific point in time and space:

The Spark of Creation.

 

And on his heels, the Nephilhim flew.

 

Back in my bed, I scream a name

I've never heard before

and she holds me through the night, whispering.

She wants to do it again in the morning,

but I'm too scared.

 

When I ask if she saw something last night,

she only smiles and sees me off to work.

 

All day, I am unable to forget,

I leave the office early, just to be with her.

She is waiting for me in my apartment,

I sit her down and we look into each others eyes.

 

Before the second time, we speak of many things:

Yes, she has been tested.

Yes, she is from out of town.

Yes, there is more to see.

 

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