Final Assembly

Of rotating parts.

blue and brown milky way galaxy

We were a constellation, each complicated by the gravity of the others and held in place by it. Individual desires, fears––whatever these might have been, if they ever had been––were opaque to us, except when they involved another. 

We had only our rituals, and by these choreographies each could lose it all again and find a state adjacent to what we thought people of another time might have called holy, might have called grace, or something like a visitation. 

Having arrived long after the date for believing that anyone might come to save us, long after whatever might have been offered at another time had surely been squandered beyond repair or recognition, we knew only to hold in this suspended state, for as long as possible, lighting the utter doom.

There was laughter in that space, never expected. And song. Yes, that too.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

8 thoughts on “Final Assembly”

  1. Thank god for laughter and song.
    They arrive
    when most needed, birthed
    of necessity

    So do we thank god for chaos
    and strife? How to know.
    An engineer fixes
    but should she try?

    Or what is love?

    1. Thank you, for telling me this, Michael. I was wondering about the little gut tug that put that one in. : )

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