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Aug. 10th, 2013 12:43 pmI think I am standing in the same river, but I don’t remember being this cold and wet. Yonder is the unbroken dam, and beyond it a valley that will be seen no more forever.
I am staring down the current, and it keeps flowing around me, thick and unrevealing. I am roaring, I must shout to be heard, I am calling upon my attendants.
Anger does not hear me, she has run behind the horizon, never to return as sure as the sunrise, for her skin cannot take the light.
Sorrow does not hear me, she has no more tears to cry, for there is no need for tears when the flood is already here.
Solitude does not hear me, she is neither here nor there, for her armor is but paper that melts in the rain.
I am shivering in a way that does not warm me. I stare and I stare. Eddies and currents, babble and froth. If this is not the riddle, I have been wasting everyone’s time, and no forgiveness is forthcoming.
I am staring down the current, and it keeps flowing around me, thick and unrevealing. I am roaring, I must shout to be heard, I am calling upon my attendants.
Anger does not hear me, she has run behind the horizon, never to return as sure as the sunrise, for her skin cannot take the light.
Sorrow does not hear me, she has no more tears to cry, for there is no need for tears when the flood is already here.
Solitude does not hear me, she is neither here nor there, for her armor is but paper that melts in the rain.
I am shivering in a way that does not warm me. I stare and I stare. Eddies and currents, babble and froth. If this is not the riddle, I have been wasting everyone’s time, and no forgiveness is forthcoming.
