Longing

The dry riverbed held no mercy, From whence a flood of devastation poured Now a thirst of revelation lies, barren and hot.

As I walked, the river forked A mass of brass and clockwork lie there staring upward, an eyelike violet gem blinking in the moonlight. I asked him if he were a messenger sent to put me on the path he said, "I am a messenger no more."

"Can you show me the way?" " I can't, and if I could, I wouldn't. I would not inflict this on anyone.

" Inflict what?" " The Longing."

Its head tilted back and it answered me no longer. I walked further down the bed and when I looked back it was gone. In that moment, I felt it.. the longing. I looked up as it had, The spine stretched out in front of me.. and I felt it

. The longing.

-E