THE SILENT COSMOS feels the all-seeing gaze of celestial law upon them & so turns their own away once more. eyes drifting closed, eternity wondering why they decided to remain within this higher realm when more important matters beckoned elsewhere … this was merely trivial talk, surely. yet the tribunal’s answer to their personal query speaks painful volumes. unpredictable, indeed … unexpected ? their starlight eyes inch open as an arm unfolds & ascends slowly, cerulean hued fingers following the soft contours of their face almost in an absent minded way, pondering a reply of their own … until they find the skewed & fragile regions surrounding their right eye & the hand flinches away, coiling into a loose fist.
the brilliance which engulfs every star & galaxy surprises. thoughts & feelings locked away in the deepest darkest spaces of reality suddenly illuminated … set free.
❛ i … i don’t- ❜ strained words tremble, almost a whisper. both hands are covering their face now as if doing so would conceal raw emotions bubbling forth. ❛ —- by the All i- i don’t know ! ❜ because there was no justifiable reason. only a festering sense of self-loathing, of growing fragility in the presence of the living tribunal. perhaps brought on by their unnatural rebirth, by the seemingly constant flow of multiverse wide chaos, or by events they do not recall … eternity has always been accustom to leadership, to being in charge no matter the situation. to not be so is unlike their nature & thus highly uncomfortable/
abruptly does the multiverse turn on heel to face him, hands latching onto either gilded shoulder, & for a moment they simply stare at him. radiant eyes wide brimming with an overwhelming mix of sorrow & bewilderment. ❛ —— love hurts … love carves out a place in the heart & sits there for all eternity. shaping every thought, every action … sometimes it withers & dies, but never does it fade completely … even if the hearts desire is no longer … ❜ kismet was eternity’s first love, the first to awaken something new within the cosmos whom, before that fateful convergence, never had experienced such potent desire … which was followed by unbearable grief when they lost her. the abstract was never the same after this celestial union. some say they grew more sympathetic, spoke with less a serious demenour. that was the day the once eternally stoic shellcracked & the beauties of life finally began to emerge.
❛ what eternity feels for you … it cannot be explained. ❜ everything, so much that eternity isn’t quite sure he would understand. yet maybe they could show him, teach him … like the celestial entity has done for few other beings close to their heart.
the very mouth of universal law, speaker of truth and keeper of justice, is seemingly lost for words as eternity’s raw emotions unfold before him, still straining to contain them. and yet they are all the more S U B L I M E for it, every nuance in the shimmer of their star-mottled visage, the swirling spirals of slow revolving galaxies, the flares of newborn stars, the eerie darkness of black holes, and even dead space; the supreme authority’s soul responds with heightened radiance, longing to cast light and thus understanding over the mysteries the cosmos would so ardently conceal. but there are some things that even the most eloquent of rhetoric can not truly put into words.
things that can only be experienced.
there is something truly unfathomable about supreme authority, and many share a lack of comprehension when faced with it; but this is not about fear, or awe. it is about desire. he senses it, even now-- especially now, as the eighth’s slender hands curl around the stronghold of his broad shoulders. “I know of love.” the face whose smouldering eyes meet eternity’s intense gaze does not speak; the voice comes from half-veiled vengeance, its visage fixed before the horizon, still. their lips are thin, as if slightly pursed, as if speaking against the strain of clenched teeth. “and the love I am allowed to know is putting the greater good of those you love before yourself.” finally, gilded hands slowly lift to curl around the emotion-ridden abstract, smooth finger pads slipping beneath their palms to caress a veil of stardust. “it’s the kind of love that consumes one from within, but never dares to spill out and engulf its object.” the devotion of a guardian, the admiration of an observer, the faith of a zealot. it can be separated from desire; but when it is not, when one desires to unite with or even consume or be consumed by the object of their love, that’s when it becomes wreathed with S H A M E born of those selfish longings.
necessity silences vengeance. “a pure love can shape an existence, give a purpose.” tainted love can tear it down and destroy everything around it. “--but it doesn’t mean it will not hurt when the time for change, and inevitably loss, comes.” a stark warning to them both. for what the tribunal desires, can not be P R O T E C T E D. slowly, begrudgingly but always solemnly does the living tribunal remove the slender hands from his sculpted shoulders, holding them firmly for a while longer before finally releasing them. equity exhales a quiet sigh.
