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If The Sky Could Taste the Moon
In the midst of rain
a pit of fire, central, small, kindling in the midst of rain
huddling for its Warmth, its Sanctity, its Intensity, its Intimacy, its Secrecy
seven people
difficult knowing how many
swarmed in a circle of Fulfillment
around goes Purity
around goes Success
around goes the Sweet breast
of god’s ultimate Wisdom
a carwash situated on the path of this circle
aimed, charged, powered at what comes around
Purity
Success
the Sweet breast
of god’s ultimate Wisdom
are devoured, consumed, and finally expelled
out of the backside of the carwash
Purity
Success
the Sweet breast
of god’s ultimate Wisdom
now diseased
by Envy
Lust
Gluttony
and Greed
go around the circle manipulating, heating, oiling, and beating
the desirable path
challenging each other to the end of the circular path
the second rotation trails the trail with grime
and the third picks it up
Purity
Success
the Sweet breast
of god’s ultimate Wisdom
has been ruined into Hatred
seven still
surrounding the fire, listening to its song
but smothering it with their Obsession
wonder if the sky could taste the moon
this fire would be the Prosperity of their whole lives, their Meaning
and beyond the rooftops of steel, rust, grime, mechanics
a rainbow gifts the unreachable in a veil of chromatic Melancholy
on this rainbow, in the corner of the seven’s eyes
is seen a white-bearded man, walking along
painting the final touch to the neverending semicircle
the seven never see where it starts
nor where it ends
they never see where it marks
nor where it stands
they never know if it’s in front of them
or behind them
they’re never sure of its Existence
the white-bearded man motions for them
now six are gone
but stays one approximately adequate, average girl
the rain has become dry
the rainbow is dispersed among the fog
the fire is extinguished, its song is no longer
in its Absence, she hears Nothing
she is deafened by the Silence
and was blinded by the rainbow
the approximately adequate, average girl stays
and desperately tries to rebuild what once was
to create what is forgotten
to rekindle the fire that is her ears
and the rainbow that is her eyes
and the song that is her Hope
other sparks appear around her
but she doesn’t notice them
her senses are set on this fire
it is her Fulfillment
the fire truly gives her Prosperity and Meaning
other sparks appear around her
but she ignores them
wisping at the edges of her wedding gown, one finally grabs hold
and sets her ablaze
she can’t feel Anything
her Devotion numbs the pain, the Glory
she disappears, gone like the other six
it's been years, centuries, eons
how can one tell?
But in this storm of Absence and Stagnancy, the Calm comes to disturb it all
a spark finally shoots in the pit
and an ember is born
there lays the white-bearded man, next to the ember, covered in oil
He opens his flammable eyes
picks up His paintbrush
and begins again
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My name is Ethan Ocasio and I am the author of this piece. I normally write academic essays and reviews for local high school plays, but this is a style of writing that I practice occasionally. I wanted to attempt surrealism and absurdity with this piece, and I did not intentionally include a deeper meaning. Anyone can interpret the piece how they see fit. My inspiration came when I walked outside of my school and saw a group of kids roasting marshmallows in a flaming grill during a downpour. Looking over the roof of my school, I saw a rainbow. The kids trying to sustain a fire during a storm while a rainbow hangs over them seemed like a spiritual experience.