“I was nineteen and mentally/infirm when I saw the prophet Isaiah”
Solstice Litany ~ Jim Harrison
At the time I had no faith. Neither in prophets nor the very veracious Cassandra (for failing to foresee her own fatality). I'd catch only the one featureless futureless maxim It was spoken broken as a record in spin top revolutions making me giddy, sick fearful. For the young of fun felt freakishly false, mechanical as laughter from craze-eyed mannequins. Incarnate hades masked as theatre halled with distortions but He was there too even in that ghoulish glow of limelight the assured seer caparisoned in prayer shawl luminous spheres of then and then in each hand. Daunting though this: balancing what was with what will be -just as the prophecy
It’s open link night over at dVerse where unprompted, anything goes
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