01-16-2019, 03:12 PM
godbear
And the universe swallowed him and then spit him back out -- a mistake, a hiccup, a rift in the galaxy expanding over the world.
Though he does not know - his father was the universe, his mother an unwilling contender; he a mistake, a mistake, a mistake. And oh, does it show- Godbear’s right side is destroyed; worthless-- ruined -- wrought with the maledictions of when father loved mother and mother was sister to he. (Love, that word, may be a bit of a stretch). Maybe that is all just a bit of an expansion on the truth -- for all intents and purpose, he is fine. He was born with two eyes, four legs, a sifting of intelligence.
But he is broken in a way; the universe washing him with disgrace - he cannot see, he cannot hear. Just on one side -- the side of masculinity, of logic, of the aspects of analytical life. There, it’s gone- all of it gone. He cannot see, cannot hear, he is adrift in the dark, save for that left hand side.
And oh, it’s showed. He was here once, when he was small and bright -- a tiny star in the gaping sky of Beqanna. He had a mother, of sorts, Nera. Though she had warned him he would never quite be right, never be so whole. And then he was gone; after contending with the seasons (Nera, yes, by his side).
Back to the sky, the stars, that vortex so vehement that he not be here. (Was this his father’s doing? Why could he never stay still, cored so close to Beqanna, couldn’t his feet ever stay on the ground?) If his mind was adrift in the solar system; perhaps his body had to be, too.
Back to the ground; the firm earth of Beqanna beneath his feet. The steady trickle of winter into spring; the only land (truly) he had ever seen of this place. The meadow, the slurry of horses that had nowhere and everywhere to go. Here, half broken (broken, bruised, battered, that’s what his mother said) - he will start anew.
the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night
Code by: Pride