There is heard a hymn when the panes are dim,
And never before or again,
When the nights are strong with a darkness long,
And the dark is alive with rain.
"That's why she should do it"-
the mother says
"She has the feel of it
in a way none of us two does".
they talk while the winds
boom and bang
at the inn's window.
there are 8 tables in the inn
eight tables, a stair by the door
and an open bar.
if you get here, paying for your drinks
is the least of the worries.
the innkeeper learned that centuries ago
or was it yesterday?
does not matter, really.
it has been decided.
The woman in the white coat
responds:
"But she is emotional
insecure
and dissolves into so many worlds
when you touch her edges."
"That's why you had to lead her here
so many and more times.
Without you, she would never find her way"-
mother leans over and hugs the woman in the white coat:
"thank you" -she says.
Never we know but in sleet and in snow,
The place where the great fires are,
That the midst of the earth is a raging mirth
And the heart of the earth a star.
and continues:
"It could not be any other way, dear.
We ran out of objective reality some time ago now.
Big words could not keep her restrained any longer
And she learned how to multiply regression
so well that she broke to the other side
creating me, among the others
who are yet to fill the tables of this place"
the woman in the white coat turns around:
"but the tables are empty"
"she does not let them in yet."
the door of the inn is closed
the fire keeps burning
the winds keep booming and banging
"we are not ready for this"
the woman in the white coat whispers
"she is, and that is all that matters
for she is the one who makes shapes of it all."
"shapes? better say ideas
stories
dreams
so well dissolved in the Everyday"
"This is not Everyday, and you know it, pumpkin.
This is the only place where you can see her wings
and therefore, she can fly."
And at night we win to the ancient inn
Where the child in the frost is furled,
We follow the feet where all souls meet
At the inn at the end of the world.
It is cold here
fucking freezing
and they taaalk
they are warm they exist
The gods lie dead where the leaves lie red,
i need to open up
need to let some else ones
someone else that is
everyone
else
relevant
for thestory in innn
they are all here
they wait for air
they wait for breath
they wait for shape
they wait for they wait for
securesafecosy place
away from the storms
winds
and others
For the flame of the sun is flown,
who keep on running
through my veins
who keep on pulsating
in my very (merry) core
the hearth of the earth is a star
The gods lie cold where the leaves lie gold,
please listen
please come
please do not hurt me
for if you will
if you dare
i will call
mother again i will create her to punch you in your perfect teeth
and the one with a power bun
will help she will i know
yesplease
come please do come in
you will freeze outthere
you will.
come in:
And a Child comes forth alone.
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reference:
"A Child of the Snows"- poem by GK Chesterton
