Creare : Threshold

[crearespero]

Accidentally missed my deadline this past week, so posting a very short (but rather significant) piece to make up for it.

Nature of the Piece: Poetry, possibly a fragment from a longer poem, series of poems, or narrative
Character(s): Creare (second person)
Universe/World:  `The Metaverse' (ie an original meta-universe that is not yet fully fleshed out - see here for full description). World not yet determined, but very likely a kind of between-worlds space.
Context: A turning point in Creare's existence.
References: La Nausee by Jean-Paul Sartre; Four Quartets by TS Elliot; Peter Pan; Johnathan Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke; Christian/Judeo-Christian scripture (a few psalms and gospels)

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All the world shall pass,
   but your word
                                    alone
            remains.
I. Threshold

Disproportionate to your desire, Time
merely closes all its ends.

A well extends into a flurry of whispers.

You say, `No' :
For them, there is another world.

A chime sounds in the distance,
and all memory is contained in it.

`Quick Quick!' yell the children,
`Before the window and the gate ---'
The branches have shivered and the garden
has smiled: `I do believe in fairies, I do, I do!'

A wren shall sound the knell
All memory contained within;
A second chime to end the spell
Erases what has been.

You close your eyes and reach into the wind.
Your hand joins upon a single element:
All else is a fury and a madness . . .

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