Walking With Joy
The Place Where Stars Fell > Bone Upon Bone, Child of Children

I gnawed upon bone and juicy flesh of my mother before Deep flowed Joy. Joy I took and Deepened to the branch to walk for me, walked with Joy and far through forest, crashing trees, to Ill Will.

Beneath Ill Will I learned of weakness. Beneath Ill Will I learned tearing and screaming before gnawing. Beneath Ill Will I learned hunting of the people who cast out Children of Children.

The Stars fell to the Land and the Giants sighed the Deepness to new ways. I walked with Joy and far through mountains, tumbling cliffs, to Great Rage.

In the wounds of Great Rage I learned destruction. In the wounds of Great Rage I learned of strength. In the wounds of Great Rage, I grew mighty and feasted upon Hungry Dead who gnawed on the people who cast out Children of Children.

The first Star Tower fell mightily and the Land shook the Deepness to new ways. I walked with Joy and far across vales, tearing soil, to Shame. Blood to pound and surge as rivers I have not, but the blood of the people who cast out Children of Children pulled on me.

In the stare of Shame, I learned to speak. In the stare of Shame, I learned to eat of tree and root in place of flesh. In the stare of Shame I dropped splintered bones and learned of the people who cast out Children of Children.

[ Posted by Reason on March 1, 2006 ]