Dissolution
The Shelf of Mourning.
00 April 27, After The Fall
"Every single time is the end for us", the 27th is a Thursday.
I woke up on the shores of a distant wasteland, sensing something amiss.
How could I forget the nightmare that took me all this time to escape?
Of a haunted past and once again, in wretchedness,  am I Home. 

Somewhere all along I'd felt or known that it wouldn't take long.
Reflections from a mirror darkly? I believe a few words were uttered.
 

When the Angels fall
Shadows on the wall

In the evening of resolution in the abysmal maws of yesterday, and sins committed 
in fools-path error are Pardoned. But the lesson not Forgotten. Now in the clear light 
of morning, after the darkness at noon Recovery is slow but surely forthcoming. 
What lies ahead for that which has been torn asunder by the clumsy, rust-shedding heart? Gordon Matthew Sumner sang in the old days of Redemption amidst disbelief and worrisome folly. Tainted you stand embedded in the shadow of your own making. 

The smile of The One shines blinding-bright and cuts through your troubles.
There is Hope for you yet while the Day continues.

Noontime brings Finality. I could write about it all I want, but writing re-opens wounds.

Why was I ever allowed to Dream?

The afternoon returns. I have the worst "angel-wing" stress borne back pain ever.
Kifah sees right through me. Even Shri Pauli's Peaceful Dragon Seeds did nothing.
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