Daydreams, Hanging by the Sinews

I can feel the pull between my knuckles now. The bite is gone from the pain. That irritating crusty feeling from the blood that has dried in my eyebrow, can’t be helped. I tried to move my brow muscles around to break it up without success. I’ll just have to accept it. It’s all part of the ordeal. To stop any part of it is too stop it all, and that’s not an option I can entertain even in – no, especially in – this fog.

It is hard to play it all back in my mind. The whole thing is quite surreal, having known Who I am and what must occur, but playing the carpenter, the vagabond, the silent victim. I pray more than a few of them will ever get the irony of My hanging off these nails that were forged by hands I architected, from iron I brought into existence from nothing.

The end is near, and the task is completed for there are few droplets of blood left to drip and not much of the human part of consciousness left with which to endure suffering. Sweet home at last.

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