DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
There were too many filaments up in the air, and he was no longer portions of authority in Halo. He wasn’t even a sliver of thought, discarded, and maybe that was for the best. But the inward lacerations still hurt, and he could really only blame himself for their deeper filaments – consequences upon consequences, piling in amongst the matter. Regrets and decisions in their agony had no place here, within thresholds of makeshift dunes and portals that could be in pockets, pieces of stars flickering and floating beyond reach; but he couldn’t help it. Salt for the wounds, perhaps.
So, for her tentative inquiry, she’d receive a tentative answer. “If I am available, I can help.” His low rumble might have betrayed the apprehension, the tension returning to his shoulders. Uncertain where he’d be in the near future, and even more so in the damnation of everything else. Any stability had faded away and he stood on crumbling foundations often now – even after all this time of building, building, building, it could still be toppled so readily, so easily. Which made him wonder what he’d been constructing for so long, if the towers always seemed to sway.
So, for her tentative inquiry, she’d receive a tentative answer. “If I am available, I can help.” His low rumble might have betrayed the apprehension, the tension returning to his shoulders. Uncertain where he’d be in the near future, and even more so in the damnation of everything else. Any stability had faded away and he stood on crumbling foundations often now – even after all this time of building, building, building, it could still be toppled so readily, so easily. Which made him wonder what he’d been constructing for so long, if the towers always seemed to sway.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
