A Suicide of Crows (CH15)

Chapter Fifteen  
 
A graveyard, somewhere
 
I
 
Now this was a baroque style  
cemetery.
 
A strange, permeating symmetry  
of sacred geometry sort of  
feel.
 
A museum of tombstones.
 
Just my kind of place.
 
One could get lost in a place  
like this…
 
I do like walking through the  
standing stones of the dead.
 
II
 
This night was a cool, crisp,
creepy night.
 
The three C’s.
 
Cloud shrouds drifting by  
pearl moon.
 
A parameter of mist, like a  
portal to another place.
 
There, on a standing stone was  
a laptop computer.
 
An open LibreOffice file.
 
Curser flying across the page
 
[GohstNMhcn] typed away at  
their manifesto.
 
Another in the texting circle.
 
III
 
No sound of keys typing, just  
a tapestry of silence, painted
in darkness, shooting stars  
and insects.
 
Letters.  Beautiful letters  
 
Streaming across the dreaming  
page.
 
O How time and tide spills  
into the words.
 
These beings, having all seen  
so many things.
 
All coalescing in the ether, in  
the Akashic record.
 
A spiral of stars inside of a  
swirling milky way
 
IV
 
And just like that…
 
Copies of:
 
Manifesto from [GohstNMhcn]’s Mansion.
 
Sprayed out of every print  
machine connected to the  
internet.
 
An event that became world news.
 
V
 
And just like it was a mysterious  
occurrence, the world wide proliferation  
of…
 
A ghostly manifesto.
 
So too, it was mystery how they moved.
 
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