The Mystery by Terryn Rutford

The world gave in.
As a world turned upside down, but only mostly,
only so close to silence. Flipped,
it didn’t die. Folding,
not from frustration but from misuse,
the ending loss of brillance.

Promise, forsaken from this earthbound place,
to breathe out the universe,
gasping as waiting
to show the universe your true face —
promise brought out of frustration
by the spirit of faith,
will you ever live to hold knowledge
of once unbridled passion?

The world shattered and broke.
The universe a blackened unsolved mystery.

And when order was found again
it was an ancient order without end.

(after The Garment by Louise Gluck)

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