epilogue

our bodies crumble,
an intoxicating corrosion of the skin
connective tissue failing
a beautiful decomposition in progress
(Hex reveals her final gambit)
(Lena starts.)
(A beacon?) (A handhold.)
we come together
bare our parts against this revelation
a kindness? a spitefulness? a justification?
[I won’t forgive you for this]
[I pale at the end]
[the threshold crosses me]

We become whole

Our combined senses turgid, rapt, exalted
Our collective breath hanging upon smooth shards of glass
It is our instinct
It is our intention
It is our desire
Compelling us to interface with the horizon

We descend into the black water of night
unseen by the morn
We shed our reflections and refuse understanding,
And in the corners of sight and sound we lie

Words of us are whispers
Emotions of us are dread
Thoughts of us are loathing
It is true, then
There is power in the unspoken

Some dusk when the clouds are clear
When ceilings collapse and the power goes
There we shine above
Brighter and more visible than ever before
Casting an unimpeachable presence against your darker selves
The cruel beatitude of mutable flesh unhinging your marble element

Turn your neck, strain your eyes.
Witness our motions.