The Strange Thereafter

Air, like truth...leaks out. Look for the guy with the patch. He hates leaks. Take this any way, you wish. It wont make a damn, for you or him, or her...the truth be known, in due course.

It can't be blown away with a missile. It can't be shredded and dismissed. It can't be chewed and swallowed. It will blaze in the sky of the night, with every word hid...and none will retract it, or edit out the shame.

The world, astonished, will stand side by side, a little taller than before it knew these things. It will not be the same, as it had been. Relief, can then come upon that, that took part, in the strange, thereafter..


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: google art