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