Mavia
I sat directly behind the Maker
who was seated at the entrance
of a hole that we had
both found in the wall.
At our right there was a presence
of a person bathed in shadows
who was watching us
as we performed...
...The Maker was a greying man
with a white beard, and bald
head, but he was playful...
...He was recording the World
through this hole,
and I was recording Him
recording the World
through this hole.
Earlier when I had found this
hole in the wall
with his help (though he was
not seen) a child immediately
plunged himself through,
and I had heard a cry
from somewhere, like a person
had dropped a plate, and
it had shattered
into a thousand pieces...
...the child threw her arms at
me, flailing as she did,
and I helped her through
the hole, so she may join me
in this strange room
that I had had to espy
with the help of the maker
in order to detect the hole.
Outside our hole there was
a great feast, and people
were laughing, and carrying on,
and I knew my Love was amongst
them, and I knew I would
see her soon, but for now I
must remain inside
the strange room with the child.
From these thoughts I had
returned to my place
without the child, and behind
the Maker, and with his tools,
and with my tools we continued
to record the World,
and I asked him questions
about what we were doing,
and through his actions
I acquired a great knowledge...
...at one point, in order to be funny,
the Maker dropped his pants
and said,
“Look we are screwing each other,”
And we both laughed,
because it looked that way
from how I was positioned behind
him,
and the shadowy stranger laughed
as well...
...it was all in good fun,
and then we returned to recording
the World.
It soon became the night,
I could hear the birds flapping
against the house,
it was the sound of the veil
of night being plunged down
around us,
and we were still recording all
that was heard, though it was night
and I missed my Heart and Love who
lived outside the room so much,
and so I willed my body to sleep,
and I willed my spirit to leave the
body as it continued to soak in
lessons, and I went to her, and
laid with her, and we made a
multitude of spirit children
who floated without feet
above us as we slept...
...I then laid my lips down
upon her, and she opened her lips
to mine, and in an instant
I was back in the room,
but this time she was in
my arms,
and the Maker was her,
and the Maker was I,
and we wept because we had
both found our way inside the
strange room,
and then I saw a bundled
child in her arms,
and I knew all was good.
©
4/30/19
Bunny Villaire