part 9 - the reaches of nocagia

1

In a forest he can see.

What's right.

What's summer.

What every season brings.

And the sun through the blue glass leaves dazzles and devastates his eyes.

Why don't these blue leaves heal this Nocagia, he thinks.

Aren't there enough of these leaves to save us all?

He sees that he is still just an infant - 21 days old.

His life is over, but the blue light heals the decay.

2

In a forest a troubled woman wanders.

The forest thick where she roams.

Thinking this is where it all begins.

Thinking this is where it just might end.

And then a speck of blue light on her shoulder.

She sees it and looks up.

Her feet touch the ground again.

3

In a forest burning at the edges a man walks.

Stepping and despising.

Another man of equal fury walks towards him.

Between them they swear they see a snake.

But it's just a rose.

The fires grow.

4

In a plush conference room demons assemble to work an agenda.

To commiserate with each other as well.

So misunderstood they feel.

But the order of business today is language.

5

A man's flesh is welded to a piece of steel.

His face a canvas of rage.

He rants.

He screams, "Riprapespit!"

6

A man sits on a concrete dais, polishing a thick pane of blue glass.

Wipes it in slow circular motions.

Around and around around but the reflection remains unfixed.

Surely there are words.

Maybe in a language he does not know. But he feels it - an instinct from a place he does not remember or hasn't been to yet.

It remains unclear and he needs it to be clear. Needs it as much as he needs air to breathe.

He polishes some more.

Grasping it at the edges, he looks deeply into it and says "Summer summer," but doesn't know why.

The glass cracks loudly and falls from his hands. Breaks perfectly in two pieces.

In each piece he sees a snake.

"Summer summer," he repeats.

The snakes begin to speak.

They say....

"...Nocagia.

Tree.

Demons.

Dancing.

Forest.

War tags.

Church.

Lilacs.

Cats.

Electric.

Neon.

Alive.

Music.

Explosion.

Gravestone.

Fractal.

Moonlight.

Massacre.

White bras.

Birth.

Century.

Rage.

Map.

Lips.

Furs.

Arms.

Jalaine.

Eyes.

Silk.

Disclosure.

Stars.

Countenance.

Blood.

Fifth.

Sing.

Language.

Purple.

Face.

Birth.

Infinity.

Denim.

Rags.

Altenklease.

Word.

Wheel.

Weapon.

Concrete.

Green.

Fire.

Mercury.

Food.

Rape.

Roses.

Edge.

Paper.

Scream.

Cake.

Summer summer."

When the snakes finish speaking and fade away, he places a hand on each piece of glass and whispers "Serpent serpent."

He knows why now.

This language is new and 'Nocagia' is its name.

He understands.

Not everything, but enough to get by as this new language continues to reflect.

Knows that as every word is spoken - in everything we say - we reflect.

Beyond the reaches of Nocagia and back again.

A language brilliant and blue.

Every now and then things become clear.

END


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