When the light had finally died and the dusk had moved from the corner to the center of my heart, then, and only then did I move my limbs. Alight from my chair, become unhuddled from the shadows and reach tenuous arms into the blood-red veins that enfold the night.
Disentangled, my formless huddle becomes numerous entities, my ruination melds with all the other myriads of earthly forms that surround me.
Countdowns begin, warm water turns murky and pink, angels descend out from my ears replacing the histrionic sounds of humming with a quiet multitude of sighs.
Joining the non-joiner to the derelicts that reside within, we become a community of pulses, our lifes-work coming together in a brief handshake of welcome and then despair as we realize our essential aloneness even in this rare moment of gathering.
