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chaos_pockets - because I have to display the results of my insanity (& gross enabling on boxchat's behalf) as well.
This is set loosely after 2522, Rematch and Disrepair.
It's a sestina. Much to my disgust, it also insisted on being written in iambic pentameter. I have structured myself into oblivion. Later on I may write, you know, actual fic.
Distillation
They say that nothing feels so old as space,
although this ‘verse has brought a brand new way
to live; now worn, familiar; let it be.
New titles in their mouths for when they wave
goodbye: Andronicus and Prior Fell
(they have been constant now in all but name).
~
Two demons meet aboard a ship. No names
exchanged. One waves. A conversation space,
but what to say? I’m sorry that you fell
in love; bad luck that it turned out this way?
So Crowley weakly lifts a hand and waves
right back, thinks: this is what I might have been.
~
One part of him (insane) just wants to be
the perfect tool for Lucifer who named
him once (lucidity now comes in waves);
whose logic is the ground below and space
above and who has always shown the way –
in love, in all things leading to a Fall.
Now Lucifer has seen the pieces fall
together, and he knows there should not be
confusion; and yet Raguel, the way
he Fell? For this, he cannot find a name,
instead there is a gap: a mental space
that’s filled with echoes, darkness, wind and waves.
~
He checks the Abbey line: he has a wave,
no name attached. He feels his stomach fall.
Of all the voices throughout all of space
and time, of all the things it could have been:
“I’m better now. Feel like a game. You name
the time and place, and I’ll be on my way.”
~
Aziraphael thinks: when he laughs that way,
the devil’s eyes are flooded with a wave
of light. Oh, those who stand against the Name,
he knows, must yield, and in the end they Fall.
And yet the angel’s sure as he can be –
that laugh grew from a Darkness worse than space –
and all then falls away but these two facts:
that light can be both particle and wave;
that named for light, he laughs like space and stars.
chaos_pockets - because I have to display the results of my insanity (& gross enabling on boxchat's behalf) as well.This is set loosely after 2522, Rematch and Disrepair.
It's a sestina. Much to my disgust, it also insisted on being written in iambic pentameter. I have structured myself into oblivion. Later on I may write, you know, actual fic.
Distillation
They say that nothing feels so old as space,
although this ‘verse has brought a brand new way
to live; now worn, familiar; let it be.
New titles in their mouths for when they wave
goodbye: Andronicus and Prior Fell
(they have been constant now in all but name).
~
Two demons meet aboard a ship. No names
exchanged. One waves. A conversation space,
but what to say? I’m sorry that you fell
in love; bad luck that it turned out this way?
So Crowley weakly lifts a hand and waves
right back, thinks: this is what I might have been.
~
One part of him (insane) just wants to be
the perfect tool for Lucifer who named
him once (lucidity now comes in waves);
whose logic is the ground below and space
above and who has always shown the way –
in love, in all things leading to a Fall.
Now Lucifer has seen the pieces fall
together, and he knows there should not be
confusion; and yet Raguel, the way
he Fell? For this, he cannot find a name,
instead there is a gap: a mental space
that’s filled with echoes, darkness, wind and waves.
~
He checks the Abbey line: he has a wave,
no name attached. He feels his stomach fall.
Of all the voices throughout all of space
and time, of all the things it could have been:
“I’m better now. Feel like a game. You name
the time and place, and I’ll be on my way.”
~
Aziraphael thinks: when he laughs that way,
the devil’s eyes are flooded with a wave
of light. Oh, those who stand against the Name,
he knows, must yield, and in the end they Fall.
And yet the angel’s sure as he can be –
that laugh grew from a Darkness worse than space –
and all then falls away but these two facts:
that light can be both particle and wave;
that named for light, he laughs like space and stars.