After Knowledge, Before Judgement

The Garden of Shadows

Before judgement, before new light, on the last day came darkness.

It rained before the sun switched on the sky, etching clouds of rags and feathers across the skin of infinity. We stopped and wondered about the meaning of it all.

It might have been a dream.

It might have been a memory.

It might have been a sign understood to be a wonder.

We were unable to speak.

It was Friday.


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