A Screaming Comes Across the Sky

Nothing left but a few miles, a few brief hours. The future arrives in steel bundles, cuts a swathe across the heart and the heartland. The hours, the days, the months, this fucking life, laid bare, before itself, hungry and desperate for air, laid out in a deep well, watches the sky for signs of rain, and waits with tongue extended for a single cooling drop. The anatomy of desire with lines not so clearly defined, a system of deliberate digressions and illicit obstruction, all swept aside in a tide of truth. The lights have been turned on, and the darkness parts, no, shrieks and retreats, beaten for this one day. I am as helpless as I have always been, a victim to hands that urge and coax, to hands that sully and press, to hands that violate and disturb.

Maybe it is not my place to stand in the way of the onslaught, perhaps I might be better served to clear the path and add my back to the road of compliant acceptance that is so well defined already. Maybe I too should give myself to the insatiable lust that draws an outline around something so otherwise uncertain. This time, though, things have changed. As I am spitting in the wind, telling the world that never comes of the truths that dot the fringes of these empty words, in between these fragile lines is another single untouchable truth that gives pause to the emptiness that sits ravenous at the edges of my mind, waiting angrily for me to finally return. I am in love, and I have been brought around to arms that have no end, to an embrace that captures me within and without and never lets go. I am the one who has been given gifts of unimaginable beauty, and nothing will ever change that no matter the course. In a brief fleeting moment, time and all its accompanying indifference, and worse, its arrogant destructiveness, has been forced to resign itself to my happiness. The seas have parted for a day and the sound, the deafening roar, the howl that has consumed me for so many years, has finally subsided, if only for a second, but it is in that second that I have been the honored guest at a table set for me, but filled with every person who ever mattered, with every soul that has touched me and made this life one that never loses sight of that which keeps the sun hanging above. All comers are present, all those who ever thought a kind thought, or wished me well, or felt their life was one second better, their world one person stronger for having known me. All of them are there and they are smiling, and I don't have to utter a single word because the world has done so for me.

Under the blanket of this night's sky a new world is born, and in its embrace untold beauty will grow. The effects of this love are limitless, the goals redefined to gather in the past and dissolve it in the ocean. The words will come, renewed, renewed, renewed and invigorated and ready to dispense with the niceties and get on with the work of destroying the boundaries that separate men from their hearts and children from their fears. The ball is rolling and nothing can stop its course. One has only to decide to be supine or to escape. There is no other option.

I want you here with me, whoever you might be, mother, grandfathers, grandmothers, friends, believers, supporters, my beautiful children, and help me push with all we have, because no good will come of anything less, and nothing will ever stand in the way of this awe and this power and this beauty, ever again. For all those who have seen life in a better way with me, who have given their love in whatever form to me, know that I am smiling, and that I am ready to smile yet again, and know, too, that on this day, on this very day, this very moment, I am stepping into a clarity of vision which blinds most others, I am dipping my toes in a pool of boundless depth and enveloping warmth, and I am walking towards a beauty that has embodied the desire that has laid at the bottom of my heart like the remains of some long forgotten animal, decaying into the earth. And I am sharing this because it must be known, and its light will be seen for a lifetime, and all that lies before will be illuminated and washed clean. In this lies truth and in this is the expression of all that there could be, and it is through this that walls will crumble and be rebuilt into chapels that honor and illuminate and give life to all who enter its doors. A fearless love that consumes and nourishes and feeds and remains, after all, and for all time.

I love you.