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“& I can’t write thinking I’m going at it wrong. This is the way I write now. I am<br />
nearly 35 years old. It’s 1999. All is well. I’m who & where & how I should be. Time to<br />
work harder & love better. Avoid stumbling half-intentionally into myself.”<br />
“Yes! Ray, that’s it!”<br />
“More. Look up at the TV.”<br />
“<strong>The</strong> news from Littleton, Colorado tonight is grim. Many more questions tonight<br />
than answers as to why these two teenagers systematically readied & executed a plan to<br />
annihilate their fellow students—”<br />
“Annihilation is the sinner’s last best hope!”<br />
bellows Dr. Arnold T. Knickerbocker, blind drunk on near dozen coffees laced with whiskey.<br />
“Dear lord, merciful & sober, crown thy<br />
accomplishments in this fast-burning universe by<br />
annihilating thine many despicable images here on<br />
this purgatorial rock!<br />
“We do not fear thy smiting hands, lord!<br />
Nay—we shall welcome the tearing asunder of our<br />
darkling race’s worn story. We neither beseech nor<br />
implore thee—nay, we command thy ravaging host<br />
of burning angels to leave us strewn like broken<br />
shells across the heavens! Let us go, dear lord!<br />
Annihilate your first children! Annihilate time<br />
itself! We wish to smile & cease!”<br />
Rebecca disengages herself from me & fills in all the borders around Dr.<br />
Knickerbocker. She smiles child at him & grasps his hands. He cracks with tears.<br />
“Child, I cannot die,” he moans.<br />
“I don’t want you to, Mr. Knickerbocker. I want you to host my marriage. I want<br />
you to marry Ray & me. Will you do that for me?”<br />
“You’re going to marry?”<br />
“I’m 18, Mr. Knickerbocker. & I love Ray. He’s the best.”<br />
“He understands sin & remorse, I’ll grant him that virtue.”<br />
“I want you around for a long time, Mr. Knickerbocker. I’ll take care of you. I<br />
promise.”<br />
“I didn’t see you for a long time.”<br />
“I’m back. I’m right here. I’ll be around for you. I love you, Mr. Knickerbocker.”<br />
Sparkles of love, love swishes untroubled by, we love because nothing else matters as<br />
much. An old man loves a young girl because his face shines reflected in hers.<br />
More & more. We seek it tho it eludes. It is so intense at times we court some new kind of<br />
blindness. Getting more ragged year after year, disintegrating, still something deepwater,<br />
something black & gold & no net something longgone a night of music & shiny packages hours<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle / 54 / April 2005