Silver Lining

The gravity of infinite possibility crushes day. ---Me, 2001. To the whiteness they ascend. An effrontery to the Gods? Lost even with a lone call over the radiowaves. The sanctity takes them up in a wisk of icy wind. Tears fail to form so close to heaven. My slow ascension begins. Filsaime announced it to me. I did not believe him. My brother's friend only speaks truth. Uphill my path goes. If my lungs burn it, as the Roman mother killing herself, by a stab to the heart, over the grief of her only son's death, "does not hurt". Time is the dagger. Have a Merry Christmas all.