And then I sensed the threshold Drawing Me into the rebirth-canal. Couldn't see but what was in front of Me, But I could hear them breathing ...there, Just behind my sight, so I dove to the bottom! I pulled the spikes from the corpse And found a Soul entombed within it. This was and is a rescue mission. (The audacity of you imagining yourself saving The Savior! You're a fool!) Then a fool was required to tell a better story, Before the breathing found us all there. (Silence...) © 2016 Mark Richard Prime
(The Weaver's Song)