Postscript

Saintly beauty, my fabulous pain! Such joy, the vision of Christ!
And my picturesque bane, love is the bondage of splinters. But
We dared to challenge heaven, if only to taste embarrassment.
What’s the gist of eternity?—afflicted with such madness. And
The festoon of grief, the garland of ache, a heavenly nightmare.
Thus the hurdle, a vivid whetstone, edifying the soul.
Whereby a rasp, filing the spirit, gnawing upon the kernel of my
Existence. And a memento, a pictureless sensation, the motion
Of ripples. Wherefore, a specter, tears the soul, unto cultic waves.
Thus heartache, a relic monster, shattering bone and spirit. But
We dared to challenge heaven, if only to taste the terror. And
My enigma, a parenthetical paradise, despite reality. But we
Dared to challenge heaven, if only to taste affliction. And still,
We dangle from the sky, alive in our anguish, afraid to pray.