BSG drabble: Heart of the Hallowed (Kara, Leoben)
The result of listening to Philip Glass on repeat.
Heart of the Hallowed
It is a song with two parts, ventricular halves, elevation and descent. Anatomically parallel, singularly divergent. Beat. Syncopation. Melody.
A curiously restless specimen of a song, but its body is sound. Planted deep. Both parts surrender to it, an instinct for fulfilment completes each.
At the end, always, the song slowly turns back on itself.
Kara knows it well.
A harmony familiar in waking, lately, it comes to her in sleep, shifting through sediment. Some inexpressible yearning or thirst.
“You know what has to happen.” Quiet, gentle, Leoben waits.
She lets the blade fall, bloodless, to his shoulder. "Not today."
A severance.
13 March 2007
Heart of the Hallowed
It is a song with two parts, ventricular halves, elevation and descent. Anatomically parallel, singularly divergent. Beat. Syncopation. Melody.
A curiously restless specimen of a song, but its body is sound. Planted deep. Both parts surrender to it, an instinct for fulfilment completes each.
At the end, always, the song slowly turns back on itself.
Kara knows it well.
A harmony familiar in waking, lately, it comes to her in sleep, shifting through sediment. Some inexpressible yearning or thirst.
“You know what has to happen.” Quiet, gentle, Leoben waits.
She lets the blade fall, bloodless, to his shoulder. "Not today."
A severance.
13 March 2007