Event Horizen Poem by Wayne Sowell

Narrow
stood
upon the wet spot
one thousand stones, squared
after having leaked the morning oblation to the Aton
the water passed was uncomplicated and an every day happening
the earliest of his host of ministrations
four houses ruled the Darker City
his was the Southern most and major house
he was Baron Narrow, House Rutledge
soon they would come
the theater attendants
to dress him in the Circlet
the belt
the front and back panel
of his concealing garb
they would place the feet coverings on him
and then comb and brush the hair of his chest, back, arms, and legs

his front and back panels would brush the ground, the floors
when he walked
this denotation of highest rank
he would rule for one more day
before they came he would mill and produce a contemplation

all that was left of God
the migration moved him and the host of heaven
to this barren world
that he had sealed with a closure
it was all over
the Book had told everything
it too had left one thing out
there was war in heaven
that was ancient history
Narrow was a student of the Present
His grand-uncle was the Librarian
Narrow knew the Alphabet
he had questioned as a youth
all the answers given to him at the school
he had made descent into Knowledge
the Seers of Aa has misconstrued his prophecy
his twin brother was still-born
and the Blind Seer mismatched the wordings
Narrow's given prophecy was so detailed and beyond belief
that it was thought the Blind Seer had peeked

all was rectified
the true prophecy was found
and given to him
and then burned
lest the contents destroy the Present Fabric
lest the dreams and quilts of ages
be more fragmented
than beyond past forgetting

today he thought about the destruction of his world
too much to speak presently
suffice it
he remembered the birthing cube
the core of Dark City
the chamber that held him
for countless millenniums
all time concentrated
and exposed
his emergence from that place
to led his Legions
farther into space

the child's Monopoly board found in the chest
that was the lay-out of buildings and streets of Dark City

the building of the Male Domain
in which he had slept last night
attendants guarding the bed
that did not need attention
the place held no threat
but that which is most prized is still the most guarded
and protected

he held mind
the origin of God
he was older than time when God was a teen-ager
it all fell to him when his world collapsed

it would come to this
someday it would be found out
that he had taken a lover
if only he told
silence sealed the lover's tongue
fate would hold accomplice
the lover fell
and could not speak of such things
the lover was created beautiful in all things
given wisdom beyond past forgetting

the lover
was a liar from the start
false to love
failing in the promise
his one covering
his one secret from men kept
he had once loved too
he had once fallen in love
and had been
subservient to love

the mystery of iniquity
the lover's place was no longer found
he could only come from time to time
and accuse and misuse
but in the end be banished and sent back

he had to clear his mind
he had to endure
he had to rule for one more day
soon they would come and put him in his clothes
dress him for his part
he would swallow the tablets of living water with saliva
they would set at the polished table
and practice the elaborate feast
he thought about the renegades
who had scaled the walls
escaping the city walls
and outside of them sitting up pockets of resistance even now
what little good it would do them
they did not take with them the technology
of the tablet manufacturing
they would survive out there for only a time

it was only the desire to be free
to be wild and answering to no one

he could hear them coming
their transgression upon the tiles
they came to the thousand stones, squared
he suffered the placement of the Circlet
the belt encompassed his waist
and he was paneled front and back
and his feet were shod
they combed him and wounded him with their brushes
you spoke it
it is passed
and now he must go
and now we can only break the lines...
his eyes must behold again the Dark City
his world
unending
the estimation of each and every rank polished and unpolished
the panels in varying lengths
those without panels naked
the servants and the slaves
and the slaves of slaves
we must break many lines
there is more to tell
a day in the life of Narrow
unending has just begun..