Last night I had a dream that the world was flooding again. A deep yet bright blue of water came in through my living room, yellow rays of light piercing through the flood so I could see the furniture lifting off. Cream couch like wet dog. Slow motion probably like what surfing is like.
And then I saw in my dream's eye view Niagara Falls, the last hole of air on Earth filling up like a clogged sink and then silence fell as the waters settled and nothing was alive and God broke his promise and there won't be rainbows in heaven.
I looked down at the Earth: a shimmering, dying glass marble that God scooped up and placed in his pocket. We were all home. A man of his word.
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