Manselle Portrait of Hawkes

As It Should Be

part of: The Wanderers

by The Archives of Raynah

This moment has not come wrapped in cellophane on the half-shell with muzak. It has already passed,
unheralded,
as it should being one point only
upon which Infinity turned. Yes. The Lathe of Heaven.
The
Left Hand of what was once but will never be again, has become
reliquum. Sancto sancta invictea normal,

data entered not once,
but in every neuron talking, receiving, sending,
ah, but the rub is just this—
where did it begin?